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Showing posts with label Celebrations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Celebrations. Show all posts
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Kindergarden Graduation
When I was invited to the graduation ceremony of a repatirant girl, Yasmin, I was very excited. It was amazing to see all those little ones singing songs in Abkhazian, reading poems, playing small dramas, dancing all kinds of dances, and being so enthusiastic about life...
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Ҽааныбзиала...
(The luck coin from the Greek cake)
Happy new year to everyone!
I feel so tired. There is no other way to legitimize my laziness. Followers may think I am talking about not writing to my blog. However, I mean the last three days which I want to do nothing at all. Sleeping till midday and being sleepy the rest of the day... Even after new year I spent an hour sleepy, lying on the bed. But pushed myself out after 1 o'clock to the private late night party at Anya's cafe (Glitsinia).
(I turned my back when they cut the Greek cake and I was the one to tell who would get which piece)
I did not stay till the end of the party since we were afraid they will rob our house. What is to be stolen if they break in: my computer which became my life in the recent months due to the research projects. Well I would lose only some photos few months ago- but now: posters, photos, reports, questionnaires, the latest version of my methodology book, and many more. That is everything I have managed to build after 3 years. I know it is necessary to backup your most important documents online. The reality is I used to do that very often back in the days when I did not have a laptop but used university computers. I tried to find some docs recently and I managed to find nothing! Some questionnaires for example, or data, or even some reports that I participated in writing. I have no copies of the latest versions. So I decided to load things when they are ready only. But this creates a risk of loosing them- when a computer crashes or gets stolen!
(The late night cooking: shashlik)
Well I know that we are being paranoiac but thats normal after being robbed once. A few years back my grandfather was robbed by armed gangsters. He passed away afterwords. Than they robbed our car when I was in turkey stealing my camera with photos from the first fieldwork on the topic of political participation-bad luck.
Than they tried to rob me on the bus (2 times) - one received the reaction he deserves at least from me (the other people did not react which is a shame) thats why the second time I preferred to play a game with the boy!
Anyway, these events are distributed to the last 4 years so maybe it is really paranoiac but if you have knowledge to lose you care...
Anyway, it is important to tell what new year means in Abkhazia since in every country understanding is different. The new year joy starts mid december, by bombachki (çata pat in turkish, small size explosives) blowing around. The 31st is much more noisy together with thousands of fireworks and gun shots.
Of course the new year is also identified by non-stop drinking, no work (even for shops which sell PRESENTS were closed on the 31st!!!), long tables (no bread in the few open shops for three days-they say "dont you know how to bake achof??"- kind of covered cheese pizza), many calls and messages (luckily the phone companies make many campaigns but sure they will take it from us in the end), and 4 different days of celebration: 24th of DEC-Catholic Christmas, 31st of DEC- New Year, 7th of JAN- Orthodox Christmas, 11th of JAN- Abkhaz New Year-The Day of the Blacksmiths.
The new year is celebrated with family on a long lasting table. Young people ran away to the streets at midnight. Come together and spend time cooking again in the middle of the night.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
30 September 2009-16th Victory Day of Abkhazia
It has been a very nice, active, tiring, and sometimes even annoying day. There was no clear agenda announced- neither on tv, nor among people! Very Caucasian, listen to your heart and maybe you will catch an event.
Day started for me with a running since Hayri had forgotten to take the car key with him to his relatives garage where we keep the car for safety purposes (it was robbed once and still has a broken window and a broken key talon (i hope this is the true word in English).
Than we went to meet with Diaspora members and returnees to put a flower at the War Martyrs Statue together. However, there were already tension between the returnees and the representatives of one group of the Diaspora- they are so much divided even it is getting harder for me to understand the divisions so I wont explain that here.
Than I got it in the neck- unnecessarily and I found out that it was all because I was carrying an Adyghe flag together with Abkhaz.
Last year, after loosing 2 flags I sticked my Adyghe and Abkhaz flag together. So it is now a combined flag representing for me many things but not for all. For many, that is a necessary division and should stay seperate. Though these people speak languages of same root, follow similar social structures (family, clan, ...), have similar traditions, customs and ethics, share a similar history-esp. in the Diaspora some reject their close connection. This true for both Adyghe and Abkhaz groups.
Anyway, than I walked to the front of the old Parliament with some friends to find out a prepariton for a baloon and paragliders. So where was to be the parade? A Canadian journalist said at 13:30 so after the gliders at 12:00. However, it turned out that it was earlier in the park that I left because of the tension. So I missed the most interesting national symbol related event for this year- the soldiers singing the NATIONAL ANTHYM. So whats so interesting you may think but I have not heard anyone singing the anthym except some chorus recordings. It was important for my paper on national symbols. :(
I managed to watch paragliders and the balloon. Take many portraits and realized many flags and green white strips representing the remembrance of the War Martyrs among the attendees.
We had some tea at Anna's Cafe (which turned out to be named Glitsinia meaning witsaria). I realized the blue white Nicaragua flag on the wall. :) Nice thinking.
Than we had long and tiring walks by the seaside. And found out about a children pavement painting contest.
Than I came accross a collegue- Toto as they call him here an international anthropologist, and than we together came accross another two anthropologist, one guest another local sitting together with a journalist from Wales and a valuable informant-as one put- from the Diaspora who is speaking the Sadz dialect of Abkhaz language.
Than there was a concert at 4 at the filarmonia however it was impossible to enter beacuase it was over crowded.
The day continued with a concert infront of the theater.
And at 6 something the people from the Diaspora and returnees came together to dance Apsua Koshara (Abkhaz dance) as they refer or the old Apsua Koshara as locallers say with wood and amyrzakan/mizika- a kind of accordion- to make the music. It was funny to see how local people wanted to take part in the dance but did not want to understand the traditions of this dancing. For example, a boy-man has to hit the wood with others before gaining a chance to dance. And a girl has to stand on the row with others and wait for own turn. The local Abkhaz on the other hand wanted to cut a girls or boys dance on the middle and dance when they liked - which was very phasharop (shamefull) for the others.
One boy who was not allowed to cut in brought local musicians and invaded the dance field so that all will enjoy to dance whenever they want and whoever they want with the Apsny Apsua Koshara (Abkhazia's Abkhaz Dance) as they call it in the Diaspora being played. The scene was amazing by hundreds of flags.
The dancing ended with Awrasha- a paganist style singing-dancing, where everyone is lined in a circle and somebody explains the purpose of being together, makes a pray for the country and the nation, thanks everyone and says goodbye as everyone responds him by shouting Awrasha.
Than we looked for a place to eat and I suggested we go home but they did not want to be inside. Which resulted in the sabotage of our cars tires at the back of the only restaurant we could find place and tea to drink (the annoying part of the day). And we had to buy some bakery from a shop since there was nothing left to eat.
And I found out that the real reason for my husband to be cross was an accident he saw during the day where 1 young Abkhaz boy died and 3 were heavily injured.
So I have to admit it was a typical Abkhazian day, with lack of planning and communication, with accidents where young boys suffer, with many interested international researchers and journalist visiting, with Diaspora not managing to come together even for the simplest event, with children enjoying themselves and showing their enthusiasm for their country by things they do, shops being closed, restaurants not serving choices, but independent and hopefull for the future -today and forever...
PS: It was the most sunniest day recently!!!
Photos available at:
http://picasaweb.google.com/abkhaziadiary/AYAYRAAMSHVICTORYDAY2009#
Day started for me with a running since Hayri had forgotten to take the car key with him to his relatives garage where we keep the car for safety purposes (it was robbed once and still has a broken window and a broken key talon (i hope this is the true word in English).
Than we went to meet with Diaspora members and returnees to put a flower at the War Martyrs Statue together. However, there were already tension between the returnees and the representatives of one group of the Diaspora- they are so much divided even it is getting harder for me to understand the divisions so I wont explain that here.
Than I got it in the neck- unnecessarily and I found out that it was all because I was carrying an Adyghe flag together with Abkhaz.
Last year, after loosing 2 flags I sticked my Adyghe and Abkhaz flag together. So it is now a combined flag representing for me many things but not for all. For many, that is a necessary division and should stay seperate. Though these people speak languages of same root, follow similar social structures (family, clan, ...), have similar traditions, customs and ethics, share a similar history-esp. in the Diaspora some reject their close connection. This true for both Adyghe and Abkhaz groups.
Anyway, than I walked to the front of the old Parliament with some friends to find out a prepariton for a baloon and paragliders. So where was to be the parade? A Canadian journalist said at 13:30 so after the gliders at 12:00. However, it turned out that it was earlier in the park that I left because of the tension. So I missed the most interesting national symbol related event for this year- the soldiers singing the NATIONAL ANTHYM. So whats so interesting you may think but I have not heard anyone singing the anthym except some chorus recordings. It was important for my paper on national symbols. :(
I managed to watch paragliders and the balloon. Take many portraits and realized many flags and green white strips representing the remembrance of the War Martyrs among the attendees.
We had some tea at Anna's Cafe (which turned out to be named Glitsinia meaning witsaria). I realized the blue white Nicaragua flag on the wall. :) Nice thinking.
Than we had long and tiring walks by the seaside. And found out about a children pavement painting contest.
Than I came accross a collegue- Toto as they call him here an international anthropologist, and than we together came accross another two anthropologist, one guest another local sitting together with a journalist from Wales and a valuable informant-as one put- from the Diaspora who is speaking the Sadz dialect of Abkhaz language.
Than there was a concert at 4 at the filarmonia however it was impossible to enter beacuase it was over crowded.
The day continued with a concert infront of the theater.
And at 6 something the people from the Diaspora and returnees came together to dance Apsua Koshara (Abkhaz dance) as they refer or the old Apsua Koshara as locallers say with wood and amyrzakan/mizika- a kind of accordion- to make the music. It was funny to see how local people wanted to take part in the dance but did not want to understand the traditions of this dancing. For example, a boy-man has to hit the wood with others before gaining a chance to dance. And a girl has to stand on the row with others and wait for own turn. The local Abkhaz on the other hand wanted to cut a girls or boys dance on the middle and dance when they liked - which was very phasharop (shamefull) for the others.
One boy who was not allowed to cut in brought local musicians and invaded the dance field so that all will enjoy to dance whenever they want and whoever they want with the Apsny Apsua Koshara (Abkhazia's Abkhaz Dance) as they call it in the Diaspora being played. The scene was amazing by hundreds of flags.
The dancing ended with Awrasha- a paganist style singing-dancing, where everyone is lined in a circle and somebody explains the purpose of being together, makes a pray for the country and the nation, thanks everyone and says goodbye as everyone responds him by shouting Awrasha.
Than we looked for a place to eat and I suggested we go home but they did not want to be inside. Which resulted in the sabotage of our cars tires at the back of the only restaurant we could find place and tea to drink (the annoying part of the day). And we had to buy some bakery from a shop since there was nothing left to eat.
And I found out that the real reason for my husband to be cross was an accident he saw during the day where 1 young Abkhaz boy died and 3 were heavily injured.
So I have to admit it was a typical Abkhazian day, with lack of planning and communication, with accidents where young boys suffer, with many interested international researchers and journalist visiting, with Diaspora not managing to come together even for the simplest event, with children enjoying themselves and showing their enthusiasm for their country by things they do, shops being closed, restaurants not serving choices, but independent and hopefull for the future -today and forever...
PS: It was the most sunniest day recently!!!
Photos available at:
http://picasaweb.google.com/abkhaziadiary/AYAYRAAMSHVICTORYDAY2009#
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