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My experience in Italy - La mia esperienza in Italia                                                  from Tabea

6/9/2025

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I’m not sure if I am able to summarise my eight months in Italy in one blog, but I try to give a general insight.

​Non sono sicura di riuscire a riassumere i miei otto mesi in Italia in un solo blog, ma cercherò di dare una panoramica generale.
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       -VERSIONE TRADOTTA IN ITALIANO-

​Non sono sicura di riuscire a riassumere i miei otto mesi in Italia in un solo blog, ma cercherò di dare una panoramica generale.
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Cominciamo dall’inizio. Volevo davvero partecipare a un progetto di volontariato in un paese straniero per conoscere nuove persone, una nuova cultura e per crescere personalmente. Tuttavia, non mi sarei mai aspettata di finire in un piccolo villaggio come Roccantica (nel bel mezzo del nulla in Italia) e vivere la migliore esperienza della mia vita.
Ricordo che, quando arrivai alla stazione di Poggio Mirteto Scalo (i nomi erano un po’ confusi), ero piuttosto nervosa. La prima persona che incontrai fu Hugo, un altro volontario con un curioso accento irlandese. Abbiamo preso l’autobus insieme per arrivare a Roccantica e mi sentii davvero sollevata quando vidi quel piccolo villaggio carino circondato dalle montagne. Lì conobbi anche le altre volontarie e gli altri volontari, ma devo dire che non ricordo molto delle prime conversazioni, perché stava succedendo davvero di tutto.
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Le settimane successive furono molto emozionanti e persi completamente il senso del tempo. Ci fecero fare dei giri guidati nella zona, attività per conoscerci meglio e ci perdemmo anche nei boschi, perché credo che Hugo avesse sopravvalutato le nostre capacità di orientamento. Mi ci volle un po’ per adattarmi al nuovo stile di vita, visto che non avevo mai vissuto da sola prima, ma ci riuscimmo piuttosto in fretta. Nei primi mesi in Italia vivevo davvero nel presente, mi godevo l’esplorazione di cose nuove e l’incontro con nuove persone. Non mi ero mai sentita così felice e spensierata prima d’ora.
Mi sembra incredibile di essere in Italia da più di sette mesi ormai. Da un lato mi pare di essere appena arrivata, ma dall’altro sento come se avessi vissuto qui da sempre. Abbiamo fatto così tante serate pigiama, così tanti viaggi insieme, tante risate e conversazioni profonde. Ho scoperto nuove passioni, come cucinare, la fotografia o passare le serate a guardare film insieme. Ci sono momenti che non dimenticherò mai, come i viaggi a Nettuno (l’appartamento vicino alla stazione e i bagni notturni), la festa di Halloween totalmente confusionaria, la festa in montagna a Cognolo, l’escursione in campeggio (dove per poco non perdevamo la tenda nel buio), il Capodanno a Roma...
Ma anche le cose più semplici: la focaccia strepitosa di Hugo, il modo divertente di Karissa di raccontare storie, la risata di Agnes, le domande filosofiche di Basil, il modo in cui Loukas mi ascoltava, la calma di Enrico, la sicurezza di Alba nelle discussioni, o gli snack georgiani deliziosi di Mariam.
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Non mi sono innamorata solo del posto e delle persone, ma ho anche apprezzato davvero il lavoro che facevo. Ogni giorno facevamo qualcosa di diverso. In autunno, per esempio, raccoglievamo olive e cicoria, io e Klarissa andavamo alla scuola elementare, pulivamo e segnavamo i sentieri escursionistici della zona, e molto altro. Una volta ho anche coordinato un Workcamp nel nostro rifugio di montagna a Cognolo. È stato un momento del tutto nuovo e affascinante per me, perché ho incontrato molte persone giovani e ispiratrici e ho vissuto per la prima volta cosa significa essere isolate dalla civiltà e vivere una vita semplice ma felice.
Durante il mio progetto di volontariato ho anche potuto scoprire l’Italia e viaggiare. Ho visitato Palermo, una città molto bella e piena di energia in Sicilia, la caotica e autentica Napoli, la meravigliosa Costiera Amalfitana, le calde città della Puglia e molti altri posti. Viaggiando e vivendo in Italia, ho notato aspetti della cultura che probabilmente non avrei mai colto come una normale turista. Mi sono resa conto di aver sviluppato una prospettiva diversa sulle cose.
In ogni caso, la cosa per cui sono più grata sono le persone con cui ho potuto condividere tutto questo. Agnes, Loukas, Klarissa, Hugo, Alba, Enrico, Mariam, Basil… sono così grata di avervi incontrati. Per me siete come una famiglia. Non so se riuscirò mai a trovare le parole giuste per esprimere quanto siate importanti per me. Abbiamo affrontato insieme situazioni difficili e momenti incredibilmente belli. Siamo cresciutə insieme e ora vi considero tra i miei più cari amici. Siamo tutte e tutti così diverse e diversi, ed è proprio questa la parte bella. Essere aperti, accettare opinioni differenti e trovare soluzioni comuni. Ognuno di voi mi ha ispirata in modo diverso e mi ha resa la persona che sono ora, alla fine di questo progetto. In questi otto mesi sono cambiata molto. Ho avuto tempo per riflettere e l’opportunità di riscoprirmi. So che sarà molto difficile tornare a casa, dopo aver vissuto così tanta gioia, libertà e avventura.


​Probabilmente sembra che io abbia vissuto solo momenti belli, ma ci sono state anche situazioni difficili. Nonostante ciò, sono davvero felice che, in un giorno qualunque, io abbia preso la decisione di partecipare a un progetto di volontariato, perché ciò che ho vissuto non potrà mai essermi tolto, e conserverò per sempre questi ricordi.
Mi mancherà tutto questo.
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Tabea

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               -ORIGINAL ENGLISH VERSION-

I’m not sure if I am able to summarise my eight months in Italy in one blog, but I try to give a
general insight.
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Let’s start from the beginning. I really wanted to do a volunteering project in a foreign country
to get to know new people, new culture and to improve myself. However, I didn’t really
expect to end up in a small village like Roccantica (somewhere in nowhere of Italy) and have the best experience of my life.
I remember that, when I arrived at the train station of Poggio Mirteto Scalo (the names were
kind of confusing) I was pretty nervous. The first person I met was Hugo, another volunteer
with a weird Irish accent. We drove together with the bus to Roccantica and I was really
relieved when I saw the cute little village surrounded by the mountains.
There I also met the other volunteers,
but I have to say that I don’t remember much of the conversations, because there were so many new things going on.


The next weeks were very exciting and I completely lost my sense of time. We were guided
around the area, did get to know each other activities and got lost in the woods, because I
think Hugo overestimated our orientation competences. It took some time until I got adapted
to the new lifestyle, because I never lived alone before, but we managed pretty fast. The first
months in Italy, I was really living in the presence, enjoying exploring new things and meeting
new people. I never felt as happy and carefree before in my life.
It's crazy to me that I have been in Italy for more than seven months now. On the one hand it
feels like I just arrived, but on the other hand I could have also lived here forever. We had so
many sleepover parties, so many trips together, so much laughter and so many deep
conversations. I could find new passions, like cooking, photography or having movie nights
together. Some moments I will never forget, like the trips to Nettuno (the trainstation
apartment and the nightly swims), the very confusing Halloween party, the mountain festival
in Cognolo, the camping excursion (where we nearly lost our tent in the dark), New Years in
Rome, … . But also simple things: Hugos amazing Focaccia, Karissa’s funny way of telling
stories, Agnes laughter, Basils philosophical questions, Loukas way of listening to me,
Enricos calmness, Albas confidence while discussing or Mariams tasty Georgian snacks.
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I did not only fall in love with the place and the people, but I could also really enjoy the work I
was doing. Everyday we did something different. For example we were picking olives and
chicory in autumn, me and Klarissa went to primary school, we were cleaning and marking
the hiking trails in the area and much more. One time I was also leading a Workcamp in our
mountain hut Cognolo. This was a very new and enchanting moment for me, because I met a
lot of inspiring young people and experienced for the first time how it feels like to be isolated
from civilisation and life a simple but happy life.
During my volunteering project I was also able to discover Italy and travel around. I visited
Palermo, a really nice and energetic city in Sicily, the chaotic and authentic Napoli, the
incredible beautiful Amalfi coast, the warm cities of Puglia and many other places. While
travelling and living in Italy, I noticed things about the culture, that I probably wouldn’t have
seen as a normal tourist. I realized that I developed I different point of view on things.

Anyways, the thing I am most grateful for is the people with which I was able to experience
all of this. Agnes, Loukas, Klarissa, Hugo, Alba, Enrico, Mariam, Basil, I am so thankful that I
have met you. For me you feel like a family. I don’t know if I am ever able to put into words
how important you are for me. We have been through difficult situations and through
incredible beautiful ones. We grew together and now I can count you as one of my best
friends. We are all so different, but exactly this is the exciting part. To be open, accept other
opinions and find solutions. All of you inspired me a lot in different ways and made me to the
person I am now at the end of the project. I changed a lot during the eight months.
I had time to reflect and the chance
to discover myself new. I know that it is going to be very hard to go back home, after experiencing so much joy, freedom and adventure.

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​It probably seems like I always had beautiful moments, but there were also situations that
were hard for me. Nevertheless, I am really happy that one random day I took the
decision to do a volunteering project, because what I was able to life can never get stolen from me and I will always keep the memories.
I will miss it.

Tabea
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Our trip to Palermo

2/25/2025

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In January Agnes and I decided to make a trip somewhere. The good thing was, that we were both chosen for the open weekend in Cognolo, so we get two days of holiday afterwards. After some discussions we agreed to spend four days in Palermo, Sicily. 
To get there, the best option was to take the Flixbus. It was pretty cheap, but we drove during the whole night and I didn’t get a lot of sleep. However, Agnes was sleeping so deeply that it took me two tries to wake her up, when we were on the ferry. After around 30 minutes on the sea, we arrived in Sicily and Agnes immediately fell asleep again. I was watching the sunrise, while we were driving along the coast. At around seven o’clock we arrived in Catania, where we had to change the bus. We were taking a coffee and brushing our teeth somewhere in a park and after another four hours we finally arrived in Palermo.
Day 1:
In the city you could really feel the southern vibe and the temperature was really nice, it didn’t feel like January at all. We started to randomly walk around Palermo and ended up paying 15 euro for a museum in the cathedral. From the roof of the cathedral you have a really great view on the city, but the museum was full of religious pictures (however Agnes loved the floor of the museum) and also the crypts weren’t that special, so we said the next time we would maybe only pay for the roof. After the visit we were so hungry that we went to a supermarket and ate some food in a really beautiful park with palm trees. While we were talking, Agnes was enjoying her carrots and bananas, until we found out that we nearly forgot to check-in at the Airbnb. After having a short rest in the beautiful apartment, we went shopping because we wanted to cook wraps with chilli con carne. But unluckily we forgot to buy the carne and some other stuff, so we just ate a ton of beans and corn with wraps. 
Day 2:
The next morning we were cooking pancakes and went to the street food market “Ballaró” and “Mercato del Capo” afterwards. We tried the typical street food like “Arancini”, “Pane con Panelle”, “Polpo” and the sweet “Canolli”. There is a lot of interesting stuff to discover and also the streets are covered with fancy street art. Around eleven we stumbled over the “Palazzo dei normanni” with an exhibition of Picasso and a very unique chapel adjoining the artistic tradition of Islam and Byzantium. The rest of the building was influenced by the Normans. In the afternoon we met with the volunteers who are doing their project in sicily, got some drinks, exchanged our experiences and went to the harbour. They gave us recommendations and showed us some nice places to spend the night, so we decided to go outside and have a drink this evening. Strangely all of the bars were basically empty (maybe because it was Sunday), so we bought some beer at a supermarket and sat down in front of a techno bar. Deep conversations.

Day 3:
On Monday, after the recommendation of Julie (the volunteer we met the last day), we decided to walk up to the “Santuario di Santa Rosalia”, because from there you have an amazing view over the city and the coast. After 1 hour of a sweating walk along the main street (almost autostrada), we arrived on the trail (according to Agnes sentiero is a more beautiful word to say that). However we gave up after 20 minutes. Too much sun and too hot for two (hot) girls from the North. We walked back down and took a bus to the beach. We were really hyped to go swimming and get ice cream, but when we reached the beach of Mondello, it started to be cloudy and windy. We went swimming anyways, played games, listened to music and just chilled. When we entered our Airbnb we were so tired, that we just cooked sth. with the rests of the previous two days (because Agnes and I don’t want to waste food) and watched a movie.
Day 4:
The last day we packed our stuff, cleaned a bit and left the Airbnb around 9:30. We visited some more sights and went to a bakery, Julie recommended. To get to the bakery you had to walk through an ancient building, which looked a bit like a museum. When you arrive at the bakery, there is a cute little garden with a fountain in the middle of the building. We got some “Cannoli” and peacefullness. Later we booked a guided tour through the “Teatro Massimo”, which is the third biggest theatre in Europe. Because we had time left, we kept walking through the city, got some fried “pane con panelle” and aubergines and went to a beautiful park. We somehow forgot about the time and because we were lazy as always we wanted to take the bus to get to the train station. We were waiting for like 10 minutes and we thought the bus isn’t coming, so we decided to walk to the next bus stop. The moment we started walking the bus came, so we had to run to the train station and try to get tickets.
In the airport there weren’t a lot of people and because it was my first flight Agnes thought it’s funny to prank me (thank you Agnes ). For example when the stewardess was explaining how to use the life jackets, so Agnes told me that I have to pass a test in order to fly. Furthermore, we were sitting on the emergency seats and the crew was coming to us, asking if we can cooperate and help them if there is an accident. Additionally, we thought we are having an emergency landing, because we arrived half an hour to early and there were some small turbulences. 
All in all I have to say that it was a really nice trip. I really enjoyed the time and had a lot of fun. The city was very energetic, the people are friendly and the weather was perfect. However, you can definitely see that it’s further south, because there is a huge gap between poor and rich. But it’s for sure a place I would recommend to visit.

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SILVESTER

1/1/2025

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A little bit more than a month ago there was one question that we, the volunteers, were asking ourselves for two weeks: What will we do on New Year´s Eve? (In fact, we called it Silvester as we do in Germany). Even when we all went to our home countries for Christmas there was still no plan, so we settled on not settling for any plan. Of course, there were some things we had to consider, for example that there is no train from Roma to Poggio Mirteto between 1am and 5am and that Agnes would only fly into Roma on the 31st of December. So, at last we decided on taking the train at 8pm so we could meet her in Tiburtina and lock her stuff away in time. Fast forward to the 31st of December Tabea, Hugo and I got on the bus to Poggio Mirteto while Enrico picked the others up. As we were waiting for them to arrive, we came up with the idea of making a funny TikTok of our state at the beginning and at the end of the night which would later go on to become an inside joke.

On the train to Roma, we played drunk pirate to pass the time and lighten the mood. The mood got very light very fast and suddenly we were in Tiburtina meeting Agnes. There were already people shooting fireworks, so we decided to find a place where we have a good view on the eternal city and its fireworks. Going on the metro towards “Blablerini” we ended up in Terrazza del Pincio so we could overlook the Piazza del Popolo. It was the perfect place with a stunning view on the Basilica di San Pietro. At midnight we were all stunned by the amount of beautiful fireworks. It was a happy moment, and we spent a long time celebrating and hugging each other.

After, we decided to split up and look for scooters to get to the club. Loukas and I were the first ones to arrive and shortly after Hugo and Agnes joined us. Only Alba, Tabea and Enrico were missing because after almost crashing into cars, they took the metro. Some side quests later, we were finally united and entered the club. It was a nice place to celebrate the Capodanno because the music was good, and the location had a big terrace. Though for me the club doesn´t matter because whenever my friends are with me, I have a good time. We danced until 5am but it didn´t feel that long at all. This night was one of my favorite parties I´ve experienced and I´m so glad that our group is so connected because I believe everyone had a lot of fun. But still our energy was empty at some point, so we decided to go back to Tiburtina with the scooter. This time even Alba, Tabea and Enrico were able to experience driving the scooter and survived it surprisingly. Still, Loukas and I were the first ones to arrive again (I swear we´re just the best). (I just received information from Agnes that she and Alba only took the scooter for one minute and then decided to walk so it makes sense we were faster.) Since we missed the first train we had to wait in the cold train station. This was the point when we realized we needed to finish our TikTok, so we did that in a half-asleep state. Compared to the time in the club, the time at the train station passed painfully slowly. Eventually the train came and within 5 minutes everyone was fast asleep. It was a miracle that we didn´t miss the stop in Poggio Mirteto but somehow, we managed. After that, going home felt like a trance.

This day taught me how important it is to be open to spontaneous plans because sometimes small things can change everything, and no one can predict the future. I liked experiencing the nightlife in such a big city as Roma because growing up in a city with limited activities, Roma is very overwhelming in comparison. A small advice: Having the next day off after pulling an all-nighter is very advisable because after we came home everyone went to sleep and we were only awake for 2-5 hours until the 2nd of January.

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A Weekend of camping in the Mountains

12/2/2024

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On the weekend myself and Tabea decided to go camping in the mountains surrounding Roccantica, It initially was also meant to include Agnes but little did we know she would be taking a short 8 hour sleep from 1pm until 9pm so that plan went out the window of her coming along. We started rather late on saturday due to a small party the night before so we readied our bags with a mountain of food and a recovering liver. 

We had a small little trek towards the Pozze del Diavolo. Along the way we stopped to eat some corbezzoli off of the passing trees and found a very stylish pair of glasses which we attempted to walk some of the way while wearing them, after nearly twisting my ankle that shortly stopped. At this point the motivation was starting to drop given the fact we started at 3 o’clock and the sun was starting to set over the horizon. We begrudgingly continued hiking uphill now insearch of a place to set up the tent, after what felt like an hour we managed to find the most perfect flat spot it was meant to be. quickly we set up our tent before sprinting up the mountain to find a spot to look out at the view, and what a view it was with beautiful purples and pinks of the remaining sunlight and the changing colours of the leaves on the trees on the hills surrounding us.  

After the light went away we had the fun game of trying to find where exactly we had put up the tent, after some nervous laughs and a small bit of worrying we found our tent again. We then started a little campfire for some warmth and also to cook some bread dough on sticks which we had brought with us that only slightly exploded in tabea’s bag. Following a bit of relaxing by the fire and in the hammock we headed to sleep proud of our little adventure for the day. 

The next morning after we had some tortellini for breakfast and a bit more bread we packed up our things and then started to make our way back down the mountain onto the trail back to Roccantica, But not before a little bit more adventure of a quick dip in the pools of water to freshen us up. After this rather freezing dip in the water we made estimations of how long it would take us to get back home which may or may not included a last 10 minutes of running with all of our stuff on our backs and happily announce we made it home in under 60 minutes 59.12 to be exact which concludes our little adventure for the weekend.

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A WEEKEND IN NETTUNO

11/25/2024

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Last weekend we got invited to a biannual fundraiser event by the “A Ruota Libera” association on their farm. 
We took the train from Poggio Mirteto to Rome and after a small breakfast at Mc Donalds..., we continued with a train from Rome to Nettuno. When we arrived, Lina, the president of the association, greeted us and showed us the farm “Asino chi legge” which we were very amazed by. They presented us their donkeys, that they use for therapy sessions with people with disabilities.
In the evening, we met up with Lina and the volunteers of the association, Alissa and Matteo, and had some food and drinks together.
 
The next day we went to the event in the farm. They had a band, nice food and we had a lot of fun meeting new lovely people and exploring the farm and all the animals they have there. 
After the event we met up with Alissa and Matteo again to celebrate Alissa's Birthday with some pizza and to play some games together. Then we had the great idea of jumping into the sea in the middle of the night. It was a great experience but a small bit cold for my liking. 
On the last day we decided to go for a swim again to wake us up and see the coast during the day, before we went back to Roccantica.  
The time we spent there was wonderful. We met a lot of lovely new people and also the farm is just a beautiful place to discover. We created many great memories and eagerly await the next time we are able to visit Nettuno again. 

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MARINA

10/2/2024

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Being a volunteer with ALA has been like a road full of challenges, beautiful things and others not so much, sometimes even changing destination, but having clear that being present and living the process was the most important point. 

​In Roccantica I found a place where the frenetic world we live in stopped for a moment. An association that welcomed me and where I felt for the first time freedom to be who I am without feeling judged and a place where mistakes are not a bad thing but just another part of growing. The other volunteers have been a fundamental part of this project. Thanks to our interculturality we have been able to grow and learn from each other, overcoming difficulties but always finding a solution with respect. Summer camps have been an incredible occasion to explore and put into practice our skills and attitudes.The places I got to know and the reconnection with nature was my favourite part. In particular taking care of Rifugio Cognolo, a magical place.

​In short, being a volunteer with ALA has allowed me not only to grow but also to face internal conflicts in a healthy way and to come out of them successfully, always with my own freedom and with the space to do, to propose and to give free rein to our creativity. Every place and person I have met, every moment and even the smallest detail, will live forever in some corner of my heart. And in turn, I hope I have left a little piece of myself in this place that I assure you, once you know it, will fill your soul with peace.
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Marina, 23 years old, from Spain 
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MY EXPERIENCE AT THE CAMP

9/16/2024

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​I have done camp with different groups of children, each group had its own beauty, I felt happy in all the groups. What I liked most from all the groups was the cheerfulness of the children, respect and participation of activities. There is a time when I was with the children, you remember the days of childhood, it did I enjoy more being with them in the camp. Another thing I like in the camp is the food for me, many foods are foreign to me, I have come to know them when I am in the camp. 

In general, it was interesting for me because the volunteers are from different countries. It was a chance for me to learn a new language and know other cultures, apart from that forever was fun. I have learned a lot from my fellow volunteers and I miss them a lot especially the moment of work at the camp.
 

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Fortu, 25 years old, from Tanzania


What I liked most about the camp is that your focus is being involved and helping within the camp not distracted by external problems. I enjoyed working with the other workers and volunteers. I learned alot about them and made some great friends. I put it down to my ability to constantly talk whether you want to hear it or not.

I've learned how to organize better with others and that dealing with kids shouldn't always be a rigid system that ebbs and flows and needs to be adapted to them, not them adapting to us. I think the activity I found most fun was the talent show and dancing in the night afterwards. It was so nice to see all the kids show off their theater skills. 

If I had to repeat an activity it would be the gymkhana with Kely, I think the kids really loved the mini competition, I personally think whoever was the crab during one of the games was a great crab🦀. The food that was my favorite is the croquettes, even though Patrick put zucchini in it (me and zucchini are sworn mortal enemies).

The thing I have learned that changed my way of seeing life was speaking with another facilitator in the camp about what you really need in life to be happy and that there are times in life where instead of wanting more more more you just need to take a minute and reflect upon life. 
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Hugo, 22 years old, from Ireland


​What I like most about camps are the laughter with children and the moments of joy and smile. The children are full of energy and good humor, they remind me a bit of myself when I was a kid. I like to bring a good atmosphere and make people happy. For this reason, I always bring my speaker during the camps and try to talk and make jokes with children even if the language barrier remains complicated. Also the moments in front of the fire are quite special for me because I like the feeling that it gives me and I stop thinking in front of the fire.

I learned how to put up tents and organize activities with children. I also think I've improved my public communication skills, because I used to get nervous before speaking and I felt more comfortable speaking up and giving my opinion during the last camp.
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Elyece, 25 years old, from France


​What I liked most about the camp was playing with the kids, especially in their free time, and working with the volunteers. All the volunteers were really helpful and I'm so glad that I worked with them because I felt part of a really good team. 

The activity that I liked the most was Improvvisiamo (teatro) by far. It was fun to see kids act and improvise and it's really funny also. Trekking for me, the first days was really hard and after 1-2 months it was easy but the pace was different (easier) also. If I could propose anything I would it an activity that involves knots, maybe learning some knots and after trying to make something out of it, like a capanna (tying wood together etc). 
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Loukas, 25 years old, from Greece


​My most fun time at camp was when I was doing my activity with the kids, which made me a little nervous because of the language barrier. But seeing them having fun and laughing, having a good time with my activity, made me forget about everything. 

The camp has meant a change in my life, it is the first time I have had an experience like this, so it has been a learning experience. A new experience of organization, effort, perseverance, patience, learning a language, etc. My favorite activities are at night, we are all a little tired and we gather with the children around the fire and play little games, I think that is my favorite time.
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Kely, 27 years old, from Spain
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What makes leaving so difficult

2/20/2024

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​For most of us the decision to volunteer was a reasonable excuse for running away, from the life we had back home. No matter if our life at home was easy or challenging, something deep inside us was eager for change and adventure. The big decision to leave is something that makes you overcome the uncertainty of life, even if you’re scared of it.
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​During the time you spend volunteering, no matter how different it is from your “normal life”, it becomes your home. No matter how hard you try, not to get attached to this life and make leaving as easy as possible, it is simply impossible. So, what exactly makes leaving so difficult? It’s the realization that you will never get to experience this again. It’s the routine that you’re so used to which has to change regardless of your wants. It’s the people that you made connections with that are scattered around the globe. After all of this your home might not feel like home after all. The friends, the family, the routine and day to day life which you were used to at some point now might feel foreign. At a point in time it was all yours, and to feel like it’s yours once again, after a long time abroad is very difficult. Daily routine, the feeling of always being surrounded by people, the feeling of constant support and love and the sense of purpose. This is what I am going to miss the most when I go back home. 
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​Most of us don’t know what we want to do with our lives, we find purpose in knowing what other people need from us, the help that we can offer. The fear of going back and having to figure your life out by yourself all over again, to make big decisions about your studies or career and to realize that this time you spent volunteering was the golden age of freedom and purpose. Most of us put away these feelings for as long as possible, making the last two weeks the most unbearable emotional rollercoaster. As we start working on our youthpass and hear the stories about the volunteers that will arrive after us, we realize how temporary everything in life is, how difficult it is to realize that for you this time was a once in a lifetime but for your organization you’re just a little part of a big story. I am grateful to say that I am a little part of ALA, even if the next volunteers will never know about my existence. I am happy to see that the story of this amazing life is not ending with me or my fellow volunteers, we are just passing on this opportunity to other people. Regardless of all the pain and uncertainty of going back I am happy to say that the past six months have shaped me as a person and I will forever carry these memories, people, knowledge and experience with me. 
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Mia Kuldzanisvili, 18 years old, Georgian.

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My OAT- crazy and beautiful

2/12/2024

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​The promise of our On-Arrival Training excited me even before I had a concrete idea of when it would happen. All the funny and crazy stories of the other volunteers made my expectations very high, but they certainly didn’t disappoint. 
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​The week began with the Arrival. One could say that because we live only 50 min away from Rome, it should be easy to get there. But, of course that day there was a national strike by the transport companies in Italy - Rome included- quite a normal thing. Italians love to strike! Therefore, we arrived in Rome a bit anxious, wondering if we would have to walk an hour to the hotel, in which the on-arrival training is held. Luckily, after going to the information counter of the train station, we found out that indeed, there are trains to the hotel. I just misspelled the train station on the ticket machine and couldn’t find a connection. After finally arriving at the hotel, we got our rooms. I was very nervous due to the fact that I had no idea who my roommate would be, I found out a second before falling asleep. Imagine being on the brink of sleep at 1 am and suddenly your hotel room door opens and you see a total stranger standing in front of your bed. Quite scary, but my roommate was luckily a very lovely girl from Turkey.
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​Meeting nearly 60 strangers all at once, with the same experiences was very overwhelming and made my social battery run out for the first two days. Making new connections meant losing these people again in a few days, because my project will end in a month. This made it kind of impossible to visit all the new friends but the promise that they would visit me made me appreciate all the great people I met here. 
All the talks with the other volunteers helped me understand that my problems, which seem huge to me, were so little compared to theirs. While they complained about sexual harassment or having no work task in their workspace, my problems revolved around the mold in the bathroom or temporarily having no warm water. Honestly, I wouldn't like to switch my experience with theirs.
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​The workshop about new volunteering opportunities and conflict management gave me new perspectives on my life. It opened my mind about wanting to continue volunteering all my life in many different ways, like monthly projects as well as long-term commitments in my local community. The workshop about handling conflict showed me new ways to approach conflicts with myself and others, it showed me where my faults were in past conflicts. Surprisingly most of the conflicts I have are with myself, which I didn’t really realize before. This new perspective made me realize that I need to work more on myself regarding self-criticism. Oftentimes I just love to make myself feel bad about situations, which are perfectly fine. 
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On-arrival trainings are incredibly helpful for every kind of volunteer because they allow you to build a big network of volunteers all around the world to connect with. The trainings give you the feeling that you’re not alone with the good and “bad” experiences that you have in your volunteering and allow you to exchange these feelings. 

Pauline Kerzendoerfer, 19 years old, German. 

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"The ghetto house"

1/18/2024

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Among the three iconic houses, was a special place called the 'ghetto house.' It wasn't your typical home - it was an apartment with a street view, one of the reasons for it got the name. The members of this house all had characteristics that (almost) perfectly fit into this house. With five and a half members, this house had a fascinating dynamic. These five people were: Nicolas (French, the little brother of the house), Joosua (Finnish, the uncle of the house, somehow got sick every week), Clémence, (French, “the second mom”, has a signature “spaghetti” dance), Camilla (Dutch, the mom of the house), Emma (Estonian, the ADHD art child), and the ½ member, me (Georgian, the neighbors kid, comes over uninvited). This said, I’ll try to describe the dynamic that formed in the house. 
 
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It wasn’t a usual house dynamic, like most have. The first week, every volunteer was supposed to be distributed into different houses, but it happened that almost everyone’s original house was the “ghetto house”. There were 7 people sleeping in this tiny apartment, this for some was a bonding experience. Special mention goes to Emma, who initially lived in the retirement house but decided to move to the ghetto house in the first week and shortly after, unofficially but firmly I “moved in” as well. The house nickname originated based on the quantity of wine drank by the inhabitants of this house, by the Skelton related decoration, by the Led lights surrounding the dinner room ceiling, and plenty of others little details. For example, the house was the only house looking over at a street and somehow it happened that all of the smokers out of a group of 13 were living in this exact house (which of course wasn’t good when everyone collectively decided to quit *spoiler alert* it was a fail). Other than these physical details that influenced the name, the people themselves had also played a big part in the name. The members of the house were “chill & flexible”, a quote invented by these exact people is what describes them so perfectly. 
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​Despite the name of the house there was actually a very homey vibe. We spent most dinners together, that often turned into three-hour deep talks about communism, psychology and many other interesting topics. It felt like a real house, with occasional disagreements, tears and laughter, sickness and parties, and most importantly the love that we between us. With two couples in the house some members unintentionally turned into occasional third wheels. Throughout these four months together we have had big sleepovers, parties until sunrise, family dramas, lice removals and “cube sessions”. Ironically, everyone in the house has now mastered the art of solving a Rubik's Cube. Originally it was just Camilla and Clémence that knew how to solve it but overtime we have been colonized by the smart people of the house and now we all share this nerdy love.
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​Surprisingly enough this was the house that went on the most trips together, the first one being Napoli. Where (of course) Joosua spent most of his time sick and Camilla was organizing the whole trip like a true mom. A lot of couple trips followed after this point that bonded us together even more. However, in my opinion, the most bonding moment of the ghetto house was that we spent Christmas together. While all the other volunteers spent their Christmas at home, we spent Christmas with each other (which felt like home). Together we cooked traditional food from our countries, played Christmas Santa and face timed Camilla (the only member not physically present). The house was always filled with laughter, inside jokes and deep convos. I am beyond grateful that the people took me as their own to this house and that little by little it became my home. Saying goodbye to the house, where friendships, relationships, and unforgettable memories began, was a very difficult moment for each of us. As we had to close the door of the “ghetto house” we had to part ways with the home that we created. The warmth of shared meals, the comfort of familiar faces and the echo of laughter will forever stay in our hearts and the heartwarming memory of our time here will forever bring a smile to our face. 
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Mia Kuljanishvili, Georgian, 18 years old. 

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