<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125885607924754465</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:39:06.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un an à Byzance</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emilievanlaer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16625331899305869638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.yep2007.eu/yep/About%20us/052B58A4-A374-4DA4-928E-B2E917406E21_files/DSCN5956_cr.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125885607924754465.post-3078865638328202397</id><published>2008-03-05T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T06:19:56.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Israel-Palestine / fin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;nfin... la fin de mes vacances en Israel et Palestine (decembre-janvier 08)&lt;br /&gt;Finally... the end of my trip to israel and Palestine (december -january 08)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-66858a583948150f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D66858a583948150f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330042711%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B0E3B9358BC0A4412203831C704D4775F512E99.6A0036D39FE37EE629474A0ECB642764BC0D53A2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D66858a583948150f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DedMs0kNjokYucdTnh7AthqYDadM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D66858a583948150f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330042711%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B0E3B9358BC0A4412203831C704D4775F512E99.6A0036D39FE37EE629474A0ECB642764BC0D53A2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D66858a583948150f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DedMs0kNjokYucdTnh7AthqYDadM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03/01: Jenin&lt;br /&gt;Susu m'emmène à Jenin, visiter ses grand-parents. A sa grande surprise, aucun checkpoint ne nous arrête à l'aller. Au retour, le soir, il y a 2-3 checkpoints, mais le passage est facile. Je suis bien contente de pouvoir faire les 75kms vers ma grand-mère sans être arrêtée 3 fois par des soldats !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susu takes me to Jenin, to visit her grand parents. To her surprise, there's no checkpoints to go to Jenin. On the way back , that same evening, there are 2-3 checkpoints, but easy ones. I'm really happy I don't have to pass checkpoints when I go to my grandmother !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Susu's grandparents' house entrance - L'entrée de la maison de grandparents de Susu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86dESAuvFI/AAAAAAAAAVo/HX2gBThlmaY/s1600-h/DSCN7355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86dESAuvFI/AAAAAAAAAVo/HX2gBThlmaY/s400/DSCN7355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174245718775217234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Typical &amp;amp; delicious palestinian food -  Délicieux repas traditionnel palestinien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86dTyAuvGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Y0SkhqewvfU/s1600-h/DSCN7364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86dTyAuvGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Y0SkhqewvfU/s400/DSCN7364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174245985063189602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jenin - Visit of the old city&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Visite de la vieille ville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86eJiAuvHI/AAAAAAAAAV4/MZSFs6cIWBs/s1600-h/DSCN7378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86eJiAuvHI/AAAAAAAAAV4/MZSFs6cIWBs/s400/DSCN7378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174246908481158258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86ebyAuvII/AAAAAAAAAWA/6xGiCpYpAuI/s1600-h/DSCN7381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86ebyAuvII/AAAAAAAAAWA/6xGiCpYpAuI/s400/DSCN7381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174247222013770882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86epiAuvJI/AAAAAAAAAWI/DSMIGrVgqpE/s1600-h/DSCN7391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86epiAuvJI/AAAAAAAAAWI/DSMIGrVgqpE/s400/DSCN7391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174247458236972178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86e2yAuvKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/k2OZAwhh94o/s1600-h/DSCN7392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86e2yAuvKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/k2OZAwhh94o/s400/DSCN7392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174247685870238882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04/01: Meeting in A-ram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The wall that separates the West Bank from Israel over more than 600 kms, will always hurt me...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le mur qui sépare la Cisjordanie d'Israel sur plus de 600 kms me fera toujours souffrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86fJCAuvLI/AAAAAAAAAWY/S6ePApaTX90/s1600-h/DSCN7394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86fJCAuvLI/AAAAAAAAAWY/S6ePApaTX90/s400/DSCN7394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174247999402851506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;En août 2007 j'ai eu le plaisir et l'honneur de participer à l'organisation d'une semaine de formation pour jeunes israéliens, belges, hollandais et palestiniens. Suite à cette formation, un groupe d'israéliens et palestiniens ont maintenant crée leur propre association (appelée 'la main dans la main') qui se réunit une fois par mois à A-Ram, près de Jérusalem. C'est un des seuls endroits où israéliens et palestiniens peuvent se rencontrer. Les réunions se constituents de petites activités, de jeux et de discussions afin d'apprendre à se connaître et à savoir ce qui vit chez "les autres". A chaque réunion chacun amène 1 ou 2 nouveaux amis, et ainsi le cercle s'agrandit. J'ai eu la chance d'assister à la première véritable réunion. C'était un vrai succès, très bien préparé, avec des jeunes pleins de bonne volonté, de patience et de courage. Merci !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August 2007 I had the pleasure and the honour to participate in the organisation of a training week for young israelis, belgians, dutch and palestinians. Following this training, a group of israelis and palestinians created their own association (called 'hand in hand'). They meet once a month in A-ram, near Jerusalem. It's one of the only places where israelis and palestinians can meet. The meetings consist of small workshops, games and discussions in order to get to know each other and to learn about "the other side". At every meeting, everyone will bring 1 or 2 friends, in order to make the circle become bigger. I had the luck to be present at the first real meeting. It was a real succes, very well prepared, with youth full of good will, patience and courage. Thanks !&lt;br /&gt;En août 2007 j'ai eu le plaisir et l'honneur de participer à l'organisation d'une semaine de formation pour jeunes israéliens, belges, hollandais et palestiniens. Suite à cette formation, un groupe d'israéliens et palestiniens ont maintenant crée leur propre association (appelée 'la main dans la main') qui se réunit une fois par mois à A-Ram, près de Jérusalem. C'est un des seuls endroits où israéliens et palestiniens peuvent se rencontrer. Les réunions se constituents de petites activités, de jeux et de discussions afin d'apprendre à se connaître et à savoir ce qui vit chez "les autres". A chaque réunion chacun amène 1 ou 2 nouveaux amis, et ainsi le cercle s'agrandit. J'ai eu la chance d'assister à la première véritable réunion. C'était un vrai succès, très bien préparé, avec des jeunes pleins de bonne volonté, de patience et de courage. Merci !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayy introduit l'historique du groupe- Mayy introduces us to the history of the group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86gDyAuvMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/2p7KGY-GmYA/s1600-h/DSCN7399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86gDyAuvMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/2p7KGY-GmYA/s400/DSCN7399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174249008720166082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86hGSAuvNI/AAAAAAAAAWo/nyISBDs-dvk/s1600-h/DSCN7409.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yuval&amp;amp;Susu are  in charge of the day - Yuval &amp;amp; Susu sont les formateurs du jour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86hGSAuvNI/AAAAAAAAAWo/nyISBDs-dvk/s400/DSCN7409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174250151181466834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Energizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86hhSAuvOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/H1Yi7rpsuxE/s1600-h/DSCN7415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86hhSAuvOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/H1Yi7rpsuxE/s400/DSCN7415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174250615037934818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Group work: violence - Travail de groupe: violence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86iUSAuvQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/06z_2ZMSJXo/s1600-h/DSCN7426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86iUSAuvQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/06z_2ZMSJXo/s400/DSCN7426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174251491211263234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86iqSAuvRI/AAAAAAAAAXI/mg5Kcp4daBA/s1600-h/DSCN7428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86iqSAuvRI/AAAAAAAAAXI/mg5Kcp4daBA/s400/DSCN7428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174251869168385298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Michal &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86i6yAuvSI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/h_iT98v11y8/s1600-h/DSCN7435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86i6yAuvSI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/h_iT98v11y8/s400/DSCN7435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174252152636226850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86jNyAuvTI/AAAAAAAAAXY/EhJpZtUuYV4/s1600-h/DSCN7439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86jNyAuvTI/AAAAAAAAAXY/EhJpZtUuYV4/s400/DSCN7439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174252479053741362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yuval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86jfyAuvUI/AAAAAAAAAXg/WQErpmoO5lQ/s1600-h/DSCN7443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86jfyAuvUI/AAAAAAAAAXg/WQErpmoO5lQ/s400/DSCN7443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174252788291386690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ohad and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86jwCAuvVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/5buoEyN8t-E/s1600-h/DSCN7462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86jwCAuvVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/5buoEyN8t-E/s400/DSCN7462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174253067464260946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86kPyAuvWI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Kq61HM8NM5A/s1600-h/DSCN7463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86kPyAuvWI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Kq61HM8NM5A/s400/DSCN7463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174253612925107554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sad goodbye to Susu's parents...- Triste au revoir avec les parents de Susu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86kdiAuvXI/AAAAAAAAAX4/TQAL9R1o4o4/s1600-h/DSCN7465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86kdiAuvXI/AAAAAAAAAX4/TQAL9R1o4o4/s400/DSCN7465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174253849148308850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;05/03 - Visit to Munir at Al Quds University&lt;br /&gt;Visite à Munir à l'universite d'Al Quds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;L'année passée,c'est cette route, de Jerusalem vers Abu Dis, qui m'a fait tomber amoureuse de Jerusalem. Cette année encore je n'ai pas résisté au charme des paysages... Quel honte que cet affreux mur en cache une partie !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, it's this way , from Jerusalem to Abu Dis, that made me fall in love with jerusalem. This year again, I couldn't resist the charming landscapes. It's a pity this awful wall hides a part of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86k5iAuvYI/AAAAAAAAAYA/xnsvUzlLd0w/s1600-h/DSCN7469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86k5iAuvYI/AAAAAAAAAYA/xnsvUzlLd0w/s400/DSCN7469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174254330184646018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86lWCAuvZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/sh_yzR3cQUw/s1600-h/DSCN7470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86lWCAuvZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/sh_yzR3cQUw/s400/DSCN7470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174254819810917778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86lsSAuvaI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/jvh-Ohoo1A4/s1600-h/DSCN7474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86lsSAuvaI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/jvh-Ohoo1A4/s400/DSCN7474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174255202063007138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-535ed716d2400dc0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D535ed716d2400dc0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330042711%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B724EEDDB7B6AD78FAE3B93F58BC986F7E4C679.56EA8D06581AB60034682F3BF1A652ED14DC8F74%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D535ed716d2400dc0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXoH2Zfjwtdo8fKKvA_mGUp7Tjf4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D535ed716d2400dc0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330042711%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B724EEDDB7B6AD78FAE3B93F58BC986F7E4C679.56EA8D06581AB60034682F3BF1A652ED14DC8F74%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D535ed716d2400dc0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXoH2Zfjwtdo8fKKvA_mGUp7Tjf4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;05/03 - Visit to Arynn in kibbutz Gezer - Lior joins us !&lt;br /&gt;Visite à Arynn, à kibbutz Gezer - Lior nous rejoint !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86nXiAuvbI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gfH1MWmAE4c/s1600-h/DSCN7481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86nXiAuvbI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gfH1MWmAE4c/s400/DSCN7481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174257044603977138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86oBiAuvcI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PU9-dDJ2k-Y/s1600-h/DSCN7485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86oBiAuvcI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PU9-dDJ2k-Y/s400/DSCN7485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174257766158482882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86oRCAuvdI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Pzz76xYuywM/s1600-h/DSCN7488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86oRCAuvdI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Pzz76xYuywM/s400/DSCN7488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174258032446455250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;06/03 - Last day - Tel Aviv&lt;br /&gt;Dernier jour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86pUCAuveI/AAAAAAAAAYw/iOruz2iM_DQ/s1600-h/DSCN7491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Désolée de vous laisser si longtemps sans nouvelles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vais surtout mettre des photos de mon voyage en Palestine et Israel, afin de pas vous ennuyer avec mes longues histoires. Disons qu'en bref ce furent 2 semaines pleines de voyage, de retrouvailles amicales, de moments merveilleux d'amitié et de paix. Oui, de paix, parce que j'ai la chance d'avoir là bas des amis engagés, ouverts, et qui réfléchissent au monde qui les entoure et aux raisons de ces violences, et qui n'hésitent pas à en parler les uns avec les autres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des moments d'amitié? C'était un grand voyage rempli d'amitié en fait ! J'ai logé chez Uri, puis chez Rana (Nazareth), puis chez Labibah (Haifa), Abeer (Jerusalem), Susu (Ramallah), Mayy (Hebron) et Arynn (kibbutz Gezer). Et il me manquait encore du temps pour profiter pleinement de cette ambiance. Je suis rentrée à Istanbul la tête pleine d'étoiles et le coeur plein d'amour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally some time to work on my blog... I'm sorry for being so slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll mainly put pictures from my trip to Israel and Palestine, in order not to annoy you with long stories. Let's be short and say that these two weeks were full of travelling, meeting with friends, wonderful friendships and peace moments. Yes, peace, because I have the luck to have active, open friends there, who think about the world surrounding them and about the reasons of the violence, and who don't hesitate to talk about it with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships? It was one big friendship trip ! I slept at Uri's, then Rana's (Nazareth), Labibah (Haifa), Abeer (Jerusalem), Susu (Ramallah), Mayy (Hebron) and Arynn (kibbutz Gezer). And I needed much more time to really enjoy this atmosphere. I came back to Istanbul with my head full of stars and my heart full of love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas Eve in Haifa - Cocktail party pour le réveillon de Noël à Haifa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maher-Michal-Rana-Me-Labibah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R8vj4U8NK1I/AAAAAAAAARI/JshnSk9dbIc/s1600-h/DSCN7150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R8vj4U8NK1I/AAAAAAAAARI/JshnSk9dbIc/s400/DSCN7150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173479153798556498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More wine, please ! - Plus de vin, plus !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R8vkQE8NK2I/AAAAAAAAARQ/t1tDUiGAsso/s1600-h/DSCN7147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R8vkQE8NK2I/AAAAAAAAARQ/t1tDUiGAsso/s400/DSCN7147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173479561820449634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R8vk_08NK3I/AAAAAAAAARY/A1V6MRG8obY/s1600-h/DSCN7156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R8vk_08NK3I/AAAAAAAAARY/A1V6MRG8obY/s400/DSCN7156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173480382159203186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He died? Let's kill him once more ! - S'il est mort, tuons le encone !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R8vl4k8NK4I/AAAAAAAAARg/XglmLSoWVhc/s1600-h/DSCN7188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R8vl4k8NK4I/AAAAAAAAARg/XglmLSoWVhc/s400/DSCN7188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173481357116779394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;View from Labibah's balcony... La vue depuis le balcon de Labibah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R8vmfU8NK5I/AAAAAAAAARo/yPltyjJ3_tI/s1600-h/DSCN7190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R8vmfU8NK5I/AAAAAAAAARo/yPltyjJ3_tI/s400/DSCN7190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173482022836710290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Visite de Haifa - Temple Bahai / Bahai temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bahai.org/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R8vm008NK6I/AAAAAAAAARw/SMxRSa4owM0/s1600-h/DSCN7200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R8vm008NK6I/AAAAAAAAARw/SMxRSa4owM0/s400/DSCN7200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173482392203897762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R8vnSU8NK7I/AAAAAAAAAR4/8R7xrWPjpq0/s1600-h/DSCN7201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R8vnSU8NK7I/AAAAAAAAAR4/8R7xrWPjpq0/s400/DSCN7201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173482899010038706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Visit of Labibah's office - Visite du bureau de Labibah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R8voy08NK8I/AAAAAAAAASA/RjTu7bbhCKc/s1600-h/DSCN7214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R8voy08NK8I/AAAAAAAAASA/RjTu7bbhCKc/s400/DSCN7214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173484556867414978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haifa by night- Haifa vue de nuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R8vpF08NK9I/AAAAAAAAASI/TjJsM9GoGF4/s1600-h/DSCN7217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R8vpF08NK9I/AAAAAAAAASI/TjJsM9GoGF4/s400/DSCN7217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173484883284929490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le jeudi, je suis allée de Haifa à Jerusalem, où j'ai retrouvé ma chère Abeer. Nous sommes allées, avec sa mère, visiter sa soeur, Lubna, qui est mariée depuis août 2007. Le vendredi, relax toute la journée à la maison, et le soir rencontre avec Munir, mon ami prof de droit. Le samedi, rendez-vous avec Nadav et un ami à lui. Ils avaient emprunté une voiture et nous ont emmenées dans une réserve naturelle en Cisjordanie, où les palestiniens ne peuvent pas aller. Les paysages étaient... époustouflants ! Malheureusement, on n'en a pas beaucoup profité, car on a oublié les clés à l'intérieur de la voiture, avec seulement le coffre ouvert. On a essayé de les récupérer pendant 2h, et finalement il nous restait 15 min pour pique-niquer et profiter des paysages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I went from Haifa to Jerusalem, where I met my dear Abeer. With her mother we went to visit her sister, Lubna, who got married in august 2007. We stayed at home on Friday, relaxing whole day, and in the evening I met my friend Muni. On Saturday we met with Nadav and a friend of his. They took us by car to a nature park in the West Bank, where palestinians aren't allowed to go. The landscapes were amazing ! But we didn't enjoy them very much, as we locked the car with the keys inside... so for 2 hours we tried to acces them through the back of the car, that had stayed open... At the end we had 15 min to lunch and enjoy the views...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86L8CAuuqI/AAAAAAAAASQ/tSke_k9nbkg/s1600-h/DSCN7224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86L8CAuuqI/AAAAAAAAASQ/tSke_k9nbkg/s400/DSCN7224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174226885343623842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On est devenu l'attraction principale de la réserve... - we became the main attraction of the park... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86M7SAuurI/AAAAAAAAASY/E-B8xJHdMzg/s1600-h/DSCN7227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86M7SAuurI/AAAAAAAAASY/E-B8xJHdMzg/s400/DSCN7227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174227971970349746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86NXyAuusI/AAAAAAAAASg/l3GstRTjNXY/s1600-h/DSCN7231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86NXyAuusI/AAAAAAAAASg/l3GstRTjNXY/s400/DSCN7231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174228461596621506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paysage sorti tout droit de la Bible - Scenery from the Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86NqSAuutI/AAAAAAAAASo/EulMCsUCwe4/s1600-h/DSCN7242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86NqSAuutI/AAAAAAAAASo/EulMCsUCwe4/s400/DSCN7242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174228779424201426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Open, the car is open ! - Ouveeeeeeeeeerte !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86OACAuuuI/AAAAAAAAASw/d7rR27abQhI/s1600-h/DSCN7243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86OACAuuuI/AAAAAAAAASw/d7rR27abQhI/s400/DSCN7243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174229153086356194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86O_SAuuvI/AAAAAAAAAS4/211WGlRi0wo/s1600-h/DSCN7247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86O_SAuuvI/AAAAAAAAAS4/211WGlRi0wo/s400/DSCN7247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174230239713082098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86PjCAuuwI/AAAAAAAAATA/7BU2Tx9wIHE/s1600-h/DSCN7241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86PjCAuuwI/AAAAAAAAATA/7BU2Tx9wIHE/s400/DSCN7241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174230853893405442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86QKiAuuxI/AAAAAAAAATI/5a3fUN34hMo/s1600-h/DSCN7249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86QKiAuuxI/AAAAAAAAATI/5a3fUN34hMo/s400/DSCN7249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174231532498238226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After a hard day, dinner at Nadav's place - Après une dure journée, souper chez Nadav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86QiSAuuyI/AAAAAAAAATQ/YQg6Edllhd0/s1600-h/DSCN7261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86QiSAuuyI/AAAAAAAAATQ/YQg6Edllhd0/s400/DSCN7261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174231940520131362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Israeli-palestinian künefe baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86Q4yAuuzI/AAAAAAAAATY/uwuD8_8UHpw/s1600-h/DSCN7262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86Q4yAuuzI/AAAAAAAAATY/uwuD8_8UHpw/s400/DSCN7262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174232327067188018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday - Guided visit of Ramallah by Susu&lt;br /&gt;Dimanche- Visite guidée de Ramallah avec Susu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86RRiAuu0I/AAAAAAAAATg/bx2tIy5j6Mk/s1600-h/DSCN7268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86RRiAuu0I/AAAAAAAAATg/bx2tIy5j6Mk/s400/DSCN7268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174232752268950338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; La tombe d'Arafat - Arafat's tomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86RfyAuu1I/AAAAAAAAATo/4wxLjqfyRMU/s1600-h/DSCN7269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86RfyAuu1I/AAAAAAAAATo/4wxLjqfyRMU/s400/DSCN7269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174232997082086226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86R5CAuu2I/AAAAAAAAATw/THIE39jcwAc/s1600-h/DSCN7270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86R5CAuu2I/AAAAAAAAATw/THIE39jcwAc/s400/DSCN7270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174233430873783138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Susu and I at her high school&lt;br /&gt;Susu et moi à son école secondaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86SNSAuu3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/g9pUf8x6ZM0/s1600-h/DSCN7292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86SNSAuu3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/g9pUf8x6ZM0/s400/DSCN7292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174233778766134130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's really a nice school... C'est vraiment une belle école&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86SvCAuu4I/AAAAAAAAAUA/p5qQQk3PPNA/s1600-h/DSCN7283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86SvCAuu4I/AAAAAAAAAUA/p5qQQk3PPNA/s400/DSCN7283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174234358586719106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evening in Ramallah: great lasagna at Angelo's  and narguileh with Munir, his sister, cousin, Abeer, Susu, Ibrahim and Micheal&lt;br /&gt;- Soirée à Ramallah: délicieuse lasagne à Angelo's puis narguileh avec Munir, sa soeur et sa cousine, Abeer, Susu, Ibrahim et Micheal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86TGiAuu5I/AAAAAAAAAUI/jYJE75tq0vY/s1600-h/DSCN7299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86TGiAuu5I/AAAAAAAAAUI/jYJE75tq0vY/s400/DSCN7299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174234762313644946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Year in Bethlehem with Abeer, her sister, her brother in law and her brother&lt;br /&gt;Nouvel-An à Bethlehem avec Abeer, sa soeur, son beau-frère et son frère&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86UNyAuu7I/AAAAAAAAAUY/56zQaM2y_4E/s1600-h/DSCN7305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86UNyAuu7I/AAAAAAAAAUY/56zQaM2y_4E/s400/DSCN7305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174235986379324338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86UxSAuu8I/AAAAAAAAAUg/PWsAtgYXyvY/s1600-h/DSCN7306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86UxSAuu8I/AAAAAAAAAUg/PWsAtgYXyvY/s400/DSCN7306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174236596264680386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mardi - Je vais à Hebron, visiter Mayy. C'est un vrai plaisir de retrouver sa famille. Sa maman me dit: "tu as grossi, tu es plus belle maintenant" !. Et Muna, sa soeur, et très contente de me revoir.&lt;br /&gt;Comme d'habitude, Mayy est un excellente guide. Elle m'emmène au centre social du Croissant Rouge Palestinien, où elle et ses frères et soeurs sont volontaires. Elle m'emmène aussi à son cours de français. Le lendemain, Uri et Abeer nous rejoignent et on visite la vieille ville, la synagogue et le Christian Peacemakers Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86WRCAuu9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/Ha9oxe_rr60/s1600-h/DSCN7311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86WRCAuu9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/Ha9oxe_rr60/s400/DSCN7311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174238241237154770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86XXSAuu-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/eBb3bQO3Qp0/s1600-h/DSCN7320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86XXSAuu-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/eBb3bQO3Qp0/s400/DSCN7320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174239448122964962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soldier protecting the entrance of the Hebron synagogue. Hebron is a city in the West Bank, on palestinian territory, but there is a small community of jewish settlers who are quite extremists and who think that Hebron is theirs. In order to protect this community, the city has been divided and a part of the city is unaccessible for palestinians. I could enter this part, but not Mayy and Abeer, as they are palestinians,even if Mayy was born in Hebron !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Soldat protégeant l'entrée de la synagogue de Hebron. Hebron est une ville en Cisjordanie, en territoire palestinien, mais il y a une communauté de quelques centaines de colons juifs assez extrêmistes, qui pensent que Hebron leur revient. Afin de protéger cette communauté, la ville est divisée et une partie est interdite aux palestiniens. En temps que belge j'ai pû accéder à cette partie, où se trouve la synagogue, mais Mayy et Abeer, mes amies palestiniennes, ne pouvaient pas y entrer. Et pourtant Mayy est née à Hebron !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86ZJSAuvAI/AAAAAAAAAVA/DQPLR7XTVso/s1600-h/DSCN7322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86ZJSAuvAI/AAAAAAAAAVA/DQPLR7XTVso/s400/DSCN7322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174241406628051970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hebron -synagogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86ZrSAuvCI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/NHgOG1dJdP8/s1600-h/DSCN7327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86ZrSAuvCI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/NHgOG1dJdP8/s400/DSCN7327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174241990743604258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vieille ville - Hebron - Old City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86Z-CAuvDI/AAAAAAAAAVY/w2EAQY7Pyhw/s1600-h/DSCN7326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86Z-CAuvDI/AAAAAAAAAVY/w2EAQY7Pyhw/s400/DSCN7326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174242312866151474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86a-CAuvEI/AAAAAAAAAVg/yJEKw6DFblM/s1600-h/DSCN7350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R86a-CAuvEI/AAAAAAAAAVg/yJEKw6DFblM/s400/DSCN7350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174243412377779266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125885607924754465-4268566221339719349?l=emilievanlaer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/feeds/4268566221339719349/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125885607924754465&amp;postID=4268566221339719349' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/4268566221339719349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/4268566221339719349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/2008/03/suite-de-la-palestine-israel.html' title='Suite de la Palestine-Israel'/><author><name>Emilievanlaer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16625331899305869638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.yep2007.eu/yep/About%20us/052B58A4-A374-4DA4-928E-B2E917406E21_files/DSCN5956_cr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R8vj4U8NK1I/AAAAAAAAARI/JshnSk9dbIc/s72-c/DSCN7150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125885607924754465.post-7739184905872136106</id><published>2008-01-18T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T08:31:17.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>21/12-06/01 : Vacances ! Holidays !</title><content type='html'>Mes vacances... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'avais depuis longtemps prévu de passer mes vacances de Noël et Nouvel-An en Israel et Palestine. En effet, je ne voulais pas rentrer en Belgique, car je veut vivre cette année à l'étranger à 100%, savoir comment s'est que de ne pas rentrer chez soi pour si longtemps. Et j'avais peur que si je rentrais, j'aurais du mal en revenant, devoir dire au revoir une deuxième fois, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais je voulais quand même passer cette période de fêtes avec des amis proches, des gens que je connais bien et qui me connaissent bien. Et comme fêter Noël dans le pays de la Bible était un de mes rêves, et qu'Israel est plus près quand on est à Istanbul... le choix est vite fait ! D'autant plus qu'une de mes amies palestiniennes les plus proches, comme une soeur, habite à Nazareth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ces 2 semaines ont été fantastiques. Pleines d'amitié, de fêtes, de rires mais également beaucoup de discussions sérieuses avec mes amis israéliens et palestiniens. Mes vues sur le conflit ont pas mal changées. Mes opinions ont été défiées par leur commentaires tellement réalistes et pragmatiques. Et j'ai été une fois de plus littéralement époustouflée par le pacifisme, l'intelligence, la motivation et la compréhension de mes amis, qui vivent dans une situation tellement compliquée que je ne sais même pas comment moi je réagirais... si mon pays était occupé, avec au moins 3 checkpoints sur le chemin menant vers mes grand-parents, avec des soldats pouvant pénétrer dans ma maison à toute heure, avec l'interdiction de sortir du pays ou même de visiter ma capitale, avec des destructions de prisons, de maisons, d'usines, avec un mur de 700 km me coupant de mes voisins, des ressources en eau et de mon université..., je m'imagine très bien prendre les armes et résister. Finalement, c'est ce qu'on fait les résistants et les maquisards, non?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfin soit, j'ai la chance incroyable d'être née en Belgique, de savoir ce que veut dire "vivre en paix", et d'avoir des amis israéliens et palestiniens qui savent que "vivre en paix" est une chance qu'eux aussi méritent, et qui ont le courage de travailler ensemble pour y arriver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors concrètement, qu'est-ce que j'ai fait là-bas? Enormément de choses... je vais essayer de pas raconter trop :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis arrivée à tel Aviv le 21/12, j'ai logé 3 soirs chez Uri, un ami rencontré à YEP, aux Pays-Bas. On a visité Tel Aviv, la plage (incroyable, être à la plage sous le soleil juste avant Noël!), on a mangé beaaaaaucoup de bonnes choses (pâtes au saumon, cake au chocolat belge, hummus, bières belges, ...) et rencontré Ohad et Yuval, deux autres amis de YEP. Et également Anne-Chantale, une amie belge de Uri, et Astou, une française. Le dimanche soir on est sorti dans un bar géorgien, avec une danseuse du ventre qui dansait sur le bar! Tel Aviv est une ville jeune et énergique, rythmée par le soleil et les soirées. Un début idéal pour se sentir en vacances !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holidays... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since a long time, I had decided to go to Israel and Palestine for Christmas and New Year. Indeed, I didn't want to go back to Belgium, because I want to fully live this one year abroad, want to know how it is not to go back home for one year. And I was afraid that if I would go home it would be hard to come back, say bye a second time to my friends, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted this holidays period to be with close friends, people I know and who know me well. And as celebrating Christmas in the land of the Bible was one of my dreams, and as Israel is close to Istanbul... choice was easily made ! Moreover because one of my dearest palestinian friends, almost a sister to me, lives in Nazareth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 weeks were great. Full of friendship, parties, laughter, buyt also lots of serious discussions with my israeli and palestinian friends. My views about the conflict changed a lot. My opinions were challenged by their very realistic and pragmatic comments.  And once more I was literally amazed by my friends' pacifism, intelligence, motivation and understanding. They live in such a complicated situation that even I don't know how I would react... if my country was being occupied, with at least 3 checkpoints to visit my grand-parents, with soldiers breaking into the house even during the night, being forbidden to go out of the country or even visit my capital, with the destruction of prisons, houses, factories, with a 700 kms long wall separating me from my neighbours, from water ressources, and from my university... I can very well imagine myself taking up arms and resist. That's what the resistants did in Belgium in the '40's, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm very lucky to be born in Belgium, to know what it means to "live in peace", and to have israeli and palestinian friends who know that "to live in peace" is also something they desserve, and who are brave enough to work on it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, concretely, what did I do there? Loooots of things... I'll try not to make it too ling :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in Tel Aviv on 21/12, and I stayed 3 days at Uri's place. He's a friend I know from YEP, in the Netherlands. We visited Tel Aviv, it's beach (incredible, to be on the beach with lots of sun just days before Christmas !), we ate a lot of great food (pasta with salmon, cake with belgian chocolate, hummus, belgian beer, ...) and I met Ohad and Yuval, two other friends from YEP. We also met Anne-Chantale, a belgian friend of Uri's, and Astou, a french girl. On Sunday night we went to a georgian bar, where a belly-dancer was dancing on the bar ! Tel Aviv is a young and energetic city, living with the sun and the night life. An ideal start for my holidays !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uri et moi devant son ancien appart-Uri &amp;amp;I in front of his ex-appartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5C9f8TYHqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/xMEzZecPzRY/s1600-h/DSCN7055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5C9f8TYHqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/xMEzZecPzRY/s400/DSCN7055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156829929800212130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quelles belles couleurs ! -I love these colours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5C8xMTYHpI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WX1ysJokp5Q/s1600-h/DSCN7051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5C8xMTYHpI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WX1ysJokp5Q/s400/DSCN7051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156829126641327762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tel Aviv: Beach/ plage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5C748TYHoI/AAAAAAAAAOo/D4-mpaFvK-4/s1600-h/DSCN7074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5C748TYHoI/AAAAAAAAAOo/D4-mpaFvK-4/s400/DSCN7074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156828160273686146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5C-n8TYHtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HGRAvgm3LQc/s1600-h/DSCN7075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5C-n8TYHtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HGRAvgm3LQc/s400/DSCN7075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156831166750793426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Popo, l'inoubliable chat d'Uri - The unforgettable Popo, Uri's cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5C95MTYHsI/AAAAAAAAAPI/oRAL_x7i3WU/s1600-h/DSCN7062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5C95MTYHsI/AAAAAAAAAPI/oRAL_x7i3WU/s400/DSCN7062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156830363591909058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Visite du quartier yéménite de Tel Aviv- Visit of Tel Aviv's yemenite neighbourhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5DBeMTYHvI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9ml5WhSGj3g/s1600-h/DSCN7087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5DBeMTYHvI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9ml5WhSGj3g/s400/DSCN7087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156834297781952242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5DAi8TYHuI/AAAAAAAAAPY/uJPuuF2r3tY/s1600-h/DSCN7083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5DAi8TYHuI/AAAAAAAAAPY/uJPuuF2r3tY/s400/DSCN7083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156833279874703074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5DH88TYHzI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jbIoNl7SUYk/s1600-h/DSCN7085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5DH88TYHzI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jbIoNl7SUYk/s400/DSCN7085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156841423132696370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cafe avec pleins de bières, mais pas de bière belge ! - Beer pub, but no Belgian beer !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5DFysTYHxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/dnvf1hJ255k/s1600-h/DSCN7093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5DFysTYHxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/dnvf1hJ255k/s400/DSCN7093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156839048015781650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uri &amp;amp; son frère Yuval essaient de composer une chanson sur moi... - Uri and his brother Yuval trying to compose a song about me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4bdc9054e640deee" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4bdc9054e640deee%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330042711%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D3B69CF9853684FFADC8233F4094808A6D7C9D3.79CEF94BB4A595215E62701B3FE919D52C929D78%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4bdc9054e640deee%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHXfvPuUiEZYaq1Nkmejw_ZqnEZo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4bdc9054e640deee%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330042711%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D3B69CF9853684FFADC8233F4094808A6D7C9D3.79CEF94BB4A595215E62701B3FE919D52C929D78%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4bdc9054e640deee%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHXfvPuUiEZYaq1Nkmejw_ZqnEZo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No comment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5DJQcTYH0I/AAAAAAAAAQI/oZaUyv5tWcc/s1600-h/DSCN7100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5DJQcTYH0I/AAAAAAAAAQI/oZaUyv5tWcc/s400/DSCN7100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156842857651773250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Après 3 jours à Tel Aviv, temps de rejoindre Rana, ma chère soeur palestinienne, à Nazareth.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On arrive juste à temps pour la parade de Noël. Nazareth est un ville avec une population&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5DL7sTYH2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/NWOqm3arDyA/s1600-h/DSCN7107.JPG"&gt; palestinienne, qui ont la nationalité israélienne, et dont beaucoup sont chrétiens. La parade est organisée par les écoles, les scouts, ... et il y a énormément de monde !&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 days in Tel Aviv, it was time to meet Rana, my dear palestinian friend, in Nazareth. We arrived there just in time for the Christmas parade. Nazareth is a city with a palestinian population, who have israeli identity. Lots of them are christians. The parade was organised by the schools, scouts, ... and there was lots of people !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5DKN8TYH1I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/odlpBMTH9Pc/s1600-h/DSCN7102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5DKN8TYH1I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/odlpBMTH9Pc/s400/DSCN7102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156843914213728082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5DMcsTYH3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/vvzd2809Npc/s1600-h/DSCN7110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5DMcsTYH3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/vvzd2809Npc/s400/DSCN7110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156846366640054130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5DL7sTYH2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/NWOqm3arDyA/s1600-h/DSCN7107.JPG"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2d7258f0a6333539" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2d7258f0a6333539%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330042711%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5DFCAEE673BD029A20F0A390C9621CDE190CA0EA.48F835D97CF8C3CD7DACFE7D9CCA1A9AAFBB2053%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2d7258f0a6333539%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGqFU3KybNogwHRFKmSo08t8iyk8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2d7258f0a6333539%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330042711%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5DFCAEE673BD029A20F0A390C9621CDE190CA0EA.48F835D97CF8C3CD7DACFE7D9CCA1A9AAFBB2053%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2d7258f0a6333539%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGqFU3KybNogwHRFKmSo08t8iyk8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5DPDsTYH6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8Z2JQ9cKJN4/s400/DSCN7129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156849235678207906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lyane&amp;amp;Emilie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5DOx8TYH5I/AAAAAAAAAQw/xEwUt6YRJ4g/s1600-h/DSCN7132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5DOx8TYH5I/AAAAAAAAAQw/xEwUt6YRJ4g/s400/DSCN7132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156848930735529874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rana and her parents- Rana et ses parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5DPi8TYH7I/AAAAAAAAARA/h75UJmMWfxU/s1600-h/DSCN7131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5DPi8TYH7I/AAAAAAAAARA/h75UJmMWfxU/s400/DSCN7131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156849772549119922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;J'ai logé seulement un soir chez Rana, mais j'ai passé des moments merveilleux avec elle et ses frères et soeurs. Et sa petite cousine, Lyane, qui n'arrêtait pas de me parler en arabe, et de me dire: "quand tu parleras bien (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;c'est à dire arabe&lt;/span&gt;) on jouera ensemble?" :-)&lt;br /&gt;Le mardi 24 Rana et moi étions invitées chez Labibah, à haifa, pour une soirée cocktail. Les cocktails maison étaient délicieux, la compagnie très bonne, et l'ambiance était au rendez-vous !&lt;br /&gt;Mais je continuerai ça plus tard, là  je dois y aller... suis au bureau maintenant, et ce soir rdv avec Paola et Joanna pour aller boire un verre à Kadiköy. Il est 17h et il fait noir, c'est déprimant !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed only one night at Rana's, but these moments with her, her brothers and sisters where really great. And her little cousin Lyane, who was always talking to me in arabic, and who told me: "When you'll speak well (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she meant in arabic)&lt;/span&gt; we can play together" :-)&lt;br /&gt;The 24th Rana and I went to Haifa, where we were invited to Labibah's cocktail christmas party. The home-made cocktails were delicious; the company was excellent, and so it was a great evening ! But I'll continue later, I have to go now... I'm at the office, and tonight meeting with Joanna and Paola to have a drink in Kadiköy. It's 17h and it's dark...depressing !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125885607924754465-7739184905872136106?l=emilievanlaer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2d7258f0a6333539&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4bdc9054e640deee&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/feeds/7739184905872136106/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125885607924754465&amp;postID=7739184905872136106' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/7739184905872136106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/7739184905872136106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/2008/01/2112-0601-vacances-holidays.html' title='21/12-06/01 : Vacances ! Holidays !'/><author><name>Emilievanlaer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16625331899305869638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.yep2007.eu/yep/About%20us/052B58A4-A374-4DA4-928E-B2E917406E21_files/DSCN5956_cr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R5C9f8TYHqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/xMEzZecPzRY/s72-c/DSCN7055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125885607924754465.post-7038955507249855727</id><published>2008-01-07T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T04:11:22.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>december - EVS training à/in Antalya</title><content type='html'>Mi-décembre, rendez vous à Antalya, juste après Malatya, pour 5 jours de formation. Les participants sont tous des volontaires SVE en Turquie. On est obligé de participer à cette formation, ainsi qu'à la formation 'mid-term', toutes les 2 organisées par l'agence nationale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antalya fut une expérience fantastique. Tout d'abord par la qualité de la formation et des sessions, très informatives, sur la culture et l'histoire de la Turquie, le gestion de conflits, la communication, le SVE et ses points positifs et négatifs, ... Egalement par le lieu: un hotel 5 étoiles à Antalya, avec piscine intérieure, sauna, plage, resto-buffet, bar, disco, ... Tous les matins j'allais nager, à midi sauna, et le soir fête au bar ou dans un chambre. On avait des bracelets all-inclusive ! Et 3 h de pause de midi... Le premier soir, je vais me balader sur la plage avec Lisa, une volontaire irlandaise... on court, crie, hurle dans le vent, on regarde le coucher du soleil... et puis on se rend compte qu'on ne reconnait pas l'entrée de notre hotel, car côté plage tout se ressemble ! On finit par rentrer dans un hotel super luxueux, on demande le chemin, et on rentre affamées !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et puis finalement par la présence d'une trentaine de volontaires européens très sympas, qui m'ont beaucoup aidé en partageant leurs expériences, leurs impressions, leurs peurs et leurs souhaits. Je suis revenue d'Antalya avec une nouvelle motivation, de nouveaux amis, la tête reposée et le ventre encore plein de tous les repas au resto ! Et avec la décision de trouver du vrai travail, parce que comparé aux autres volontaires je ne travaille vraiment pas beaucoup, et je n'ai aucune tâche concrète.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et plus que des paroles, je vous laisse regarder les photos, qui sont un souvenir merveilleux de cette semaine de relaxation, méditation, apprentissage, rencontres, discussions, folies, amusement, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Istanbul Hotel - Mediteranean Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KZKcTYHII/AAAAAAAAAKo/feqgVxuBDb4/s1600-h/DSCN6951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KZKcTYHII/AAAAAAAAAKo/feqgVxuBDb4/s400/DSCN6951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152849328340475010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entrance of Pinea Restaurant/Entrée du Restaurant Pinea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KgQ8TYHPI/AAAAAAAAALg/BL85XyV3-e8/s1600-h/DSCN6952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KgQ8TYHPI/AAAAAAAAALg/BL85XyV3-e8/s400/DSCN6952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152857136591019250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4Kb68TYHKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/HvmHQbhBmpM/s1600-h/DSCN6955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4Kb68TYHKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/HvmHQbhBmpM/s400/DSCN6955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152852360587386018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the outside swimming pools - Une des piscines extérieures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KfZMTYHNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/MbRlk4j3Zm4/s1600-h/DSCN6957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KfZMTYHNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/MbRlk4j3Zm4/s400/DSCN6957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152856178813312210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vue de notre chambre - View from our room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KsUMTYHfI/AAAAAAAAANg/0FiIYRbiiKA/s1600-h/DSCN7013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KsUMTYHfI/AAAAAAAAANg/0FiIYRbiiKA/s400/DSCN7013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152870386565127666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our trainers: / Nos formateurs: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4Ke_8TYHMI/AAAAAAAAALI/9zWSF0ZCWhs/s1600-h/DSCN6958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4Ke_8TYHMI/AAAAAAAAALI/9zWSF0ZCWhs/s400/DSCN6958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152855745021615298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KfxsTYHOI/AAAAAAAAALY/h-oj8DveiUc/s1600-h/DSCN6961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KfxsTYHOI/AAAAAAAAALY/h-oj8DveiUc/s400/DSCN6961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152856599720107234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The buffet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4Kgv8TYHQI/AAAAAAAAALo/F48ClZy_qLU/s1600-h/DSCN6963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4Kgv8TYHQI/AAAAAAAAALo/F48ClZy_qLU/s400/DSCN6963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152857669166963970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desserts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KirsTYHRI/AAAAAAAAALw/BH5GlN75ViM/s1600-h/DSCN6966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KirsTYHRI/AAAAAAAAALw/BH5GlN75ViM/s400/DSCN6966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152859795175775506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4Ki98TYHSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/loMwwKiU56E/s1600-h/DSCN6967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4Ki98TYHSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/loMwwKiU56E/s400/DSCN6967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152860108708388130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, you can start to eat- Vous pouvez manger !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KllsTYHVI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lHsKNv7Ahv8/s1600-h/DSCN6968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KllsTYHVI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lHsKNv7Ahv8/s400/DSCN6968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152862990631443794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lisa and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KkoMTYHUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/WauB8IEfCMM/s1600-h/DSCN6976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KkoMTYHUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/WauB8IEfCMM/s400/DSCN6976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152861934069488962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KmpsTYHWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/y4KmbHIgsyo/s1600-h/DSCN6974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KmpsTYHWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/y4KmbHIgsyo/s400/DSCN6974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152864158862548322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cécile (France), Lisa (Ireland), Emilie - No comment :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KnVsTYHXI/AAAAAAAAAMg/jKPZcOc_ga0/s1600-h/DSCN6978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KnVsTYHXI/AAAAAAAAAMg/jKPZcOc_ga0/s400/DSCN6978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152864914776792434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evening programme in the hotel- quite bad ! - Le programme du soir à l'hotel est assez mauvais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4Kn3cTYHYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jlbVgTzgkzU/s1600-h/DSCN6984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4Kn3cTYHYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jlbVgTzgkzU/s400/DSCN6984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152865494597377410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But company is great, and cocktails are for free ! - Mais la compagnie est bonne, et les cocktails sont gratuits !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KoYcTYHZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/vJk5HatY2hs/s1600-h/DSCN6989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KoYcTYHZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/vJk5HatY2hs/s400/DSCN6989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152866061533060498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After-party in Kuba's (Poland) room. I must admit I don't remember 3/4 of that night... but one thing I know: it was lots of fun !- On continue la soirée dans la chambre de Kuba (Pologne) et je dois avouer que je ne me souviens pas des 3/4 de cette soirée... la seule chose que je sais, c'est que je me suis beaucoup amusée !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4Ko_8TYHaI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pmWAL7Gzxr8/s1600-h/DSCN7001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4Ko_8TYHaI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pmWAL7Gzxr8/s400/DSCN7001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152866740137893282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KpqsTYHbI/AAAAAAAAANA/B32R3MntEqg/s1600-h/DSCN7004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KpqsTYHbI/AAAAAAAAANA/B32R3MntEqg/s400/DSCN7004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152867474577300914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Katja (The Netherlands); me and Joanna (Germany)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4Kp-cTYHcI/AAAAAAAAANI/eL7fZYzqGe4/s1600-h/DSCN7007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4Kp-cTYHcI/AAAAAAAAANI/eL7fZYzqGe4/s400/DSCN7007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152867813879717314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the elevator - Dans l'ascenseur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4Kq08TYHdI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JcnvUR0O_-o/s1600-h/DSCN7011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4Kq08TYHdI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JcnvUR0O_-o/s400/DSCN7011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152868750182587858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hotel disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KrosTYHeI/AAAAAAAAANY/XGD_Hj1l-eI/s1600-h/DSCN7012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KrosTYHeI/AAAAAAAAANY/XGD_Hj1l-eI/s400/DSCN7012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152869639240818146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Next morning is quite hard... - Le lendemain est assez difficile !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KuZsTYHiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/s5bWgSPFwtU/s1600-h/DSCN7019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KuZsTYHiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/s5bWgSPFwtU/s400/DSCN7019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152872680077663778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My finnish swimmate - Ma compagne de natation (Finnoise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4Kt5cTYHhI/AAAAAAAAANw/yitVEGiI9P4/s1600-h/DSCN7016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4Kt5cTYHhI/AAAAAAAAANw/yitVEGiI9P4/s400/DSCN7016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152872126026882578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lisa, my roommate- Lisa, ma compagne de chambre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4Ks1cTYHgI/AAAAAAAAANo/-VKfFfT7FRs/s1600-h/DSCN7015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4Ks1cTYHgI/AAAAAAAAANo/-VKfFfT7FRs/s400/DSCN7015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152870957795778050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuba (Poland)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KuycTYHjI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gyvAm9wNehg/s1600-h/DSCN7020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KuycTYHjI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gyvAm9wNehg/s400/DSCN7020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152873105279426098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Visit from Antalya - visite d'antalya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KvNMTYHkI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bsVg03sEMvk/s1600-h/DSCN7027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KvNMTYHkI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bsVg03sEMvk/s400/DSCN7027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152873564840926786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KvjMTYHlI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/70AvSZP2pP8/s1600-h/DSCN7035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KvjMTYHlI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/70AvSZP2pP8/s400/DSCN7035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152873942798048850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4Kv4cTYHmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Yr2RWIwnAd0/s1600-h/DSCN7042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4Kv4cTYHmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Yr2RWIwnAd0/s400/DSCN7042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152874307870269026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Group picture :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KwLMTYHnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/bfZ2WuiCCRw/s1600-h/EVS-Training-Group-Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KwLMTYHnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/bfZ2WuiCCRw/s400/EVS-Training-Group-Photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152874629992816242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-14 december, Antalya, just after Malatya, 5 days training. The participants are all european EVS volunteers  in Turkey.  This training was obligatory, as the 'mid-term' training, both organised by the national agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antalya was a great experience. First of all because of the quality of the training and the workshops, very informative, about turkish culture and history, conflict management, communication, EVS and its positif and negative points, ... Also because of the place: a 5 stars hotel, with indoor swimming pool, sauna, beach, buffet, bar, disco, ... Every morning I went swimming, sauna during lunch  break, and at night party in the bar or in a room. We had all-inclusive bracelets! And 3hours lunch break... The first night I went walking on the beach with Lisa, a irish volunteer. we ran, screamed in the wind, jumped, watched the sunset... and then we realised we didn't find the entrance to the hotel anymore, because on the beach there are loooots of hotels entrances that look all the same in the dark!  We ended up in a very luxurious hotel, where we asked the way back, and we arrived at our hotel exhausted and veeeery hungry !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least: the presence of more than 30 very nice european volunteers, who helped me a lot by sharing their experiences, their impressions, their fears and their hopes. I came back from Antalya with new motivation, new friends, relaxed and the stomach still full of all this delicious food ! And with the decision to find real work, because compared to the other volunteers I really don't work a lot, and I have no concrete task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more than words, I let you enjoy the pictures, that are a wonderful memory of this relaxing week, with meditation, learning, meetings, discussions, crazy moments, fun, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125885607924754465-7038955507249855727?l=emilievanlaer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/feeds/7038955507249855727/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125885607924754465&amp;postID=7038955507249855727' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/7038955507249855727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/7038955507249855727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/2008/01/december-evs-training-in-antalya.html' title='december - EVS training à/in Antalya'/><author><name>Emilievanlaer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16625331899305869638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.yep2007.eu/yep/About%20us/052B58A4-A374-4DA4-928E-B2E917406E21_files/DSCN5956_cr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KZKcTYHII/AAAAAAAAAKo/feqgVxuBDb4/s72-c/DSCN6951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125885607924754465.post-6396259634234514031</id><published>2008-01-07T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:10:47.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOg ATAK Pictures -Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4IygcTYG7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HNxffEJvTU/s1600-h/DSCN6895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4IygcTYG7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HNxffEJvTU/s400/DSCN6895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152736456599935922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lots of fun with the schoolkids ! - Je me suis bien amusée avec les enfants !&lt;br /&gt;Here they imitate "at" (=horse). Ici ils imitent un "at" (= cheval)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4IzkMTYG8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/FUOruoc47YU/s1600-h/DSCN6901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4IzkMTYG8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/FUOruoc47YU/s400/DSCN6901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152737620536073154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4I3DcTYG-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/paGzYWvgniw/s1600-h/DSCN6898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4I3DcTYG-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/paGzYWvgniw/s400/DSCN6898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152741455941868514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some volunteers, some farmers, some kids, and me :-) - Des volontaires, des fermiers, des enfants, et moi :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4I0ZcTYG9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/qfX6c2jTVzw/s1600-h/DSCN6870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4I0ZcTYG9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/qfX6c2jTVzw/s400/DSCN6870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152738535364107218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coooold ! - Froid froid froid !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4I4ZcTYG_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/P_8UbpItcqk/s1600-h/DSCN6909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4I4ZcTYG_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/P_8UbpItcqk/s400/DSCN6909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152742933410618354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emilie &amp;amp; Tulay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4I5IcTYHAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PDXdchkVb_A/s1600-h/DSCN6917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4I5IcTYHAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PDXdchkVb_A/s400/DSCN6917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152743740864470018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KNJcTYHBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/pn5KIagT0Fc/s1600-h/DSCN6919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KNJcTYHBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/pn5KIagT0Fc/s400/DSCN6919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152836117021072402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rangement &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KODcTYHCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/C4GEd0NNmyA/s1600-h/DSCN6923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KODcTYHCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/C4GEd0NNmyA/s400/DSCN6923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152837113453485090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good job girls ! - Bon travail les filles !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KRrcTYHFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/S_azqpmEjZ0/s1600-h/DSCN6929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KRrcTYHFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/S_azqpmEjZ0/s400/DSCN6929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152841099183135826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quelle vue ! - What a view !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KQj8TYHDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/m-MWiF9HtL8/s1600-h/DSCN6925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KQj8TYHDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/m-MWiF9HtL8/s400/DSCN6925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152839870822489138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TOOOOOOOOOOOG ! Toplum Gönulluleri Vakfi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KRScTYHEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qB1Gf_LtYAI/s1600-h/DSCN6930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KRScTYHEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qB1Gf_LtYAI/s400/DSCN6930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152840669686406210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Singing in the bus - Ambiance dans le bus !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KSOMTYHGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nTeu1Iu4Ohc/s1600-h/DSCN6932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KSOMTYHGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nTeu1Iu4Ohc/s400/DSCN6932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152841696183589986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Husseyn abi, my "brother" :-) - Husseyn abi, mon "frère" :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KUlsTYHHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5oiVq16PPBI/s1600-h/DSCN6933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4KUlsTYHHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5oiVq16PPBI/s400/DSCN6933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152844298933771378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125885607924754465-6396259634234514031?l=emilievanlaer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/feeds/6396259634234514031/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125885607924754465&amp;postID=6396259634234514031' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/6396259634234514031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/6396259634234514031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/2008/01/tog-atak-pictures-photos.html' title='TOg ATAK Pictures -Photos'/><author><name>Emilievanlaer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16625331899305869638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.yep2007.eu/yep/About%20us/052B58A4-A374-4DA4-928E-B2E917406E21_files/DSCN5956_cr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R4IygcTYG7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/8HNxffEJvTU/s72-c/DSCN6895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125885607924754465.post-1255342120679846681</id><published>2007-12-19T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T02:19:19.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tog ATAK - 7-9/12</title><content type='html'>(Mercredi 19/12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mes chers amis, chers famille, chers tous,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noël... sapin... guirlandes... bougies... chants... vin chaud... bûche... dinde... tout ça, ils ne connaissent pas ici en Turquie, ou seulement dans les centres commerciaux. Pour l'instant c'est la fête du Mouton, ou du sacrifice, et donc la plupart des étudiants rentrent dans leurs villes natales pour passer une semaine avec leur famille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis au bureau, et Gizem et moi sommes les seules ici, tous les autres sont rentrés pour préparer Bayram, la fête religieuse qui commence demain. Tout sera fermé, donc j'ai intérêt à bien faire mes courses ce soir, pour les choses dont j'ai besoin pour partir en Israel vendredi matin. Il fait assez froid ces jours-çi, hier j'ai été m'acheter un beau gilet écru en laine, un pull, des gants et des chaussettes chaudes. Heureusement c'est les soldes, parce que l'argent file file file ! Faut dire que malheureusement l'argent qu'on reçoit de l'Europe n'est pas assez pour finir le mois, je fait donc régulièrement appel à mes petites économies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais commencons par le début: le weekend du 7-9 décembre.&lt;br /&gt;J'ai été à Malatya, dans le sud-est, pour un Tog ATAK, comme j'avais fait à Erzurum en octobre. Cette fois j'ai été avec Germain et Rado, mais j'ai passé la plupart du temps avec les volontaires turques. On devait de nouveau peindre une école. C'était très différent d'Erzurum, car c'était une petite école de 2 bâtiments dans les montagnes, avec un vent glacial ! J'ai passé beaucoup de temps juste à regarder les paysages, c'est tellement différent d'Istanbul ! Ca m'a fait beaucoup de bien, un peu de nature et de calme.&lt;br /&gt;On s'est beaucoup amusés, j'ai énormément parlé le turc, on a joué avec les enfants de l'école, dansé avec les paysans qui venaient nous regarder travailler, on a peint, on s'est peint les uns les autres, et le samedi soir on est sortis dans un chouette petit café et on a dansé le halaï, la danse traditionnelle turque. Imaginez un groupe de 50 étudiants tout fous dansant dans un petit café toute la soirée... Ils ne servaient pas d'alcool, mais ce n'était pas nécessaire !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je me suis fait pas mal de connaissances et d'amis, Tulay, que j'avais déjà rencontrée à Erzurum, Cemile et son frère Husseyn, qui m'invitent à Samsun, Kubra, qui m'a offert son beau chapeau et m'a emmené manger des profiterolles, Ismaël-Picasso, qui ne parle pas anglais mais on se comprend quand même, Eminegül, qui a un très beau nom, ... J'étais triste de devoir les quitter le dimanche soir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malatya - L'école et les volontaires - School and Volunteers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R2koysTYGzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/a2PgHIN3LVY/s1600-h/DSCN6843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R2koysTYGzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/a2PgHIN3LVY/s400/DSCN6843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145688900598504242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D'abord: tout sortir des classes - First: empty the classrooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R2kpd8TYG0I/AAAAAAAAAII/LKvU8vwh6y0/s1600-h/DSCN6848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R2kpd8TYG0I/AAAAAAAAAII/LKvU8vwh6y0/s400/DSCN6848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145689643627846466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On joue avec les enfants- Playing with the kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R2kqNcTYG1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oo5V9HagUbo/s1600-h/DSCN6858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R2kqNcTYG1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oo5V9HagUbo/s400/DSCN6858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145690459671632722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cemile &amp;amp; Emilie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R2krvMTYG3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/tq-U-Oo9SmM/s1600-h/DSCN6884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R2krvMTYG3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/tq-U-Oo9SmM/s400/DSCN6884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145692139003845490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy volunteers - De joyeux volontaires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R2kseMTYG4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/3Ho7-lrEqCw/s1600-h/DSCN6888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R2kseMTYG4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/3Ho7-lrEqCw/s400/DSCN6888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145692946457697154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Après le Tog ATAK nous avons pris le bus dimanche soir directement direction Antalya. 12h de bus. On devait aller à Antalya pour notre formation d'arrivée, une formation organisée par l'Agence Nationale turque obligatoire pour tous les volontaires qui font leur SVE en Turquie. J'étais impatiente de rencontrer les autres européens en Turquie, d'entendre leurs expériences, et de voir ce que cette formation allait m'apprendre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je dois y aller maintenant , le bureau ferme, je mettrai plus de photos plus tard, et je raconterai notre séjour dans l'hotel 5 étoiles plus tard !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;(wednesday 19/12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, dear family, dear all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas... tree... candles... songs... hot wine... cake... turkey... they don't know all this here, or only in shopping centers. Now it is the Eid,  and Bayram, religious holidays, start tomorrow so most of the students go to their home cities to spend some days with their family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm at the office, en Gizem and I are alone here, all the others went home to prepare for Bayram tomorrow. Everything will be closed, so I have to take care to buy all I need for my trip to Israel tonight. I leave on friday morning. It's quite cold these days, yesterday I bought a beautiful woolen pullover, gloves and warm socks . Luckily it's sales period, because money dissapears really  quickly  ! Indeed, the money we receive from the EU isn't enough for a whole month, so I have to use my small savings regularly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's start from the beginning: the weekend of 7-9/12.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Malatya, in the south-east, for a Tog ATAK, the same as I did in Erzurum in october. This time I went with Rado and Germain, but I spent most of my time with turkish volunteers. We had to paint a school. It was different from Erzurum, because it was a small school with only 2 buildings, in the mountains, with icy wind ! I spend a lot of time just looking at the scenery, it is so different from Istanbul ! It was very good to have some nature and quietness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of fun, I spoke turkish a lot, we played with the schoolkids, danced with the farmers who came to see us work, we painted the walls, painted each other, en on saturday night we went to a nice little cafe and danced halaï, the traditional turkish dance. Now imagine a group of 50 crazy students dancing whole night in a little cafe... They didn't have alcohol, but that wasn't necessary at all !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met lots of people and made lots of friends. Tulay, who I had already met in Erzurum, Cemile and her brother Husseyn, they invited me to Samsun, Kubra, who offered me her beautiful hat and took me to eat profiterolles, Ismael-Picasso, who didn't speak english but we still understood each other, Eminegül, whose name is beautiful, ... I was sad to leave them on sunday night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday night, after the Tog ATAK Rado, Germain and I took the bus directly to Antalya, 12h drive. We had to go to Antalya for our on-arrival training, a training organised by the Turkish National Agency, a compulsory training for all volunteers who do their EVS in TUrkey. I was very impatient to meet all these europeans volunteers in Turkey, hear their experiences, and see what this training could learn me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to go, the office closes, I'll put more pictures later, and tell about our stay in a 5 stars hotel !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125885607924754465-1255342120679846681?l=emilievanlaer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/feeds/1255342120679846681/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125885607924754465&amp;postID=1255342120679846681' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/1255342120679846681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/1255342120679846681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/2007/12/tog-atak.html' title='Tog ATAK - 7-9/12'/><author><name>Emilievanlaer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16625331899305869638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.yep2007.eu/yep/About%20us/052B58A4-A374-4DA4-928E-B2E917406E21_files/DSCN5956_cr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R2koysTYGzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/a2PgHIN3LVY/s72-c/DSCN6843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125885607924754465.post-1123012846296941047</id><published>2007-12-05T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T06:23:12.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos ! - Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R1ayfZbX8uI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rmQc6XUyGmo/s1600-h/DSCN6778.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un village d'Eyüp - A village in Eyüp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R1ayfZbX8uI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rmQc6XUyGmo/s400/DSCN6778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140492277161390818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eyüp - Ca change du centre d'Istanbul ! - What a difference with Istanbul center !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R1azaJbX8wI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xp7KiZRR02c/s1600-h/DSCN6777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R1azaJbX8wI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xp7KiZRR02c/s400/DSCN6777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140493286478705410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bilgi University - Journée Mondiale des enfants- Childrens' Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R1az_pbX8xI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xuCuW4pG_Dw/s1600-h/DSCN6806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R1az_pbX8xI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xuCuW4pG_Dw/s400/DSCN6806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140493930723799826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125885607924754465-1123012846296941047?l=emilievanlaer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/feeds/1123012846296941047/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125885607924754465&amp;postID=1123012846296941047' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/1123012846296941047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/1123012846296941047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/2007/12/photos-pictures.html' title='Photos ! - Pictures'/><author><name>Emilievanlaer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16625331899305869638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.yep2007.eu/yep/About%20us/052B58A4-A374-4DA4-928E-B2E917406E21_files/DSCN5956_cr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R1ayfZbX8uI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rmQc6XUyGmo/s72-c/DSCN6778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125885607924754465.post-6355155810771105371</id><published>2007-11-28T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T08:39:30.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apprendre, apprendre - learn, learn, learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salut salut !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ici tout va encore et toujours très bien. Toujours pas beaucoup de boulot officiel, mais comme je dois encore finir des trucs pour mon organisation aux Pays-Bas, et que pour aller à un endroit à Istanbul il faut looooooooongtemps, mes journées sont vite remplies!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; Le temps se fait plus froid. On a généralement plusieurs journées de pluie et de froid (8-10°), et quand il pleut, c'est à verse, et il y a de l'eau partout !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; Mais on a quand-même encore qqs beaux jours, heureusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La prinicipale chose qui a changé depuis qqs temps, c'est le turc et la vie nocturne. Maintenant on a eu plusieurs cours de turc, et j'essaie d'étudier au moins un heure tous jes 2 jours, et on a 3h de cours par semaine. Je commence à reconnaître quelques mots dans la rue, comme ekmek (pain), çiçek (fleur), idirim (soldes), yavas (lent), okul (école), ... et à pouvoir faire des petites phrases de temps en temps (merhaba arkadasim, nasilsin? Ben bir az hastayim, ama mutlu= Salut mon ami, comment vas-tu? Je suis un peu malade, mais heureuse). Très très basique encore, quand ce sont les gens qui m'abordent et parlent en général je comprends rien de rien&lt;img src="http://mail.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/01.gif" /&gt;. Mais je commence à comprendre la structure du turc, maintenant, faut travailler, lire, parler, et mémoriser pleeeeeeins de mots :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alors ça c'était la partie sérieuse... il y a aussi la partie amusement, bien entendu ! Et pour ça Istanbul règne ! Je commence à connaître les chouettes petits coins de Taksim, d'Istiklal street. Il y a 2 semaines un ami palestinien était à Istanbul pour quelques jours et on a passé 2 soirées ensemble. Je l'ai guidé dans Istanbul, jeudi soir on a été fumer du narguileh à Tophane, le meilleur endroit pour ça, puis on a été manger des moules farcies (midye dolma) puis on a été boire du sahlep (boisson à base de... lait? avec des amandes et de la cannelle). Le lendemain je voulais l'emmener dans un endroit avec de la musique traditionnelle, mon instinct m'a menée au bon endroit, puis on a été manger du kokoreç (je vous dit pas ce que c'est, mais en tout cas c'est délicieux:D) et puis on a été écouter un petit groupe de musiciens dans un resto qui jouaient le darboukah, le violon, le kanun (l'instrument préfére de Munir, mon ami palestinien). Vraiment beau ! Et quel plaisir de pouvoir guider un ami dans Istanbul, ça donne vraiment un chouette sentiment de lui montrer mes endroits préférérés, lui faire goûter les spécialités, ...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah oui, mardi 20 novembre Edith et moi avons été à l'univ de Bilgi, où étaient organisés des ateliers pour une 100-aine d'enfants, c'était en effet la journée mondiale des enfants. On n'a pas vraiment pu aider, ne sachant pas le turc, sauf... à l'atelier rythme... On a sympathisé avec Bahadir, le prof, qui est un pianiste professionnel. Le soir on a été au Gemi Bar, où il jouait de la musique traditionnelle des balkans avec son groupe. On ira sans doute encore le voir, et boire un verre avec lui. Les 3 weekends passés je suis sortie à Taksim, pour écouter de la musique et boire un verre avec des amis. Samedi il y a 2 semaines j'étais avec des amis de Kazim (mon copain turc, hehe, hé oui !) et on est allé à Araf pour danser, ça me manquait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aujourd'hui je suis à Tog, au bureau, tout d'abord parce que internet ne fonctionne plus du tout à l'appart, puis parce que la nourriture est vraiment bonne ici :D et puis parce que j'aime voir du monde, pas envie de rester enfermée à Uskudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enfin, voilà. Tout va bien... j'aiiiiiiiiime Istanbul, même si la Belgique me manque un peu, enfin , surtout le fait d'être entourée de gens qui me connaissent bien et que je connais bien, ici il y a plein de gens sympas mais ils sont tous nouveaux, alors il faut encore qu'on partage pleins de choses, qu'on apprenne à se connaître, ...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; Je vous envoie pleins de bisous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello hello !&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here everything's still fine. Still not a lot of official work, but as I have to finish some reports for my organisation in The Netherlands and as going from one place to another in Istanbul takes looooots of time, my days are quickly filled !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; Weather is getting colder here. Usually we have several cold days with rain (8-10°), and when it rains, it's really a lot, there's water everywhere ! But luckily we still have some nice sunny days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The main thing that changed is turkish and night life. Now we have had several turkish classes, and I try to study turkish at least one hour every two days, and we have 3 hours of turkish class every week. I'm beginning to recognise some words in the street, like ekmek (bread), çiçek (flower), idirim (sales), yavas (slow), okul (school), ... and sometimes I'm able to make little sentences (merhaba arkadasim, nasilsin? Ben bir az hastayim, ama mutlu= Hello my friend, how are you? I'm a bit sick, but happy). Still very very basic, and when people talk to me, usually I don't understand anything at all :-). But I start to understand turkish structure, now I have to work, read, talk, and memorise looooots of words !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So this was the serious part... of course, there's also the fun part of the story ! And for that, there's no better place than  Istanbul ! I'm starting to know the nice places in Taksim, Istiklal street. Two weeks ago a palestinian friend was in Istanbul for a few days and we went out two nights. I guided him trhough Istanbul, Thursday night we went to smoke narguileh in Tophane, the best place for that, then we went to eat stuffed mussels (midye dolma) and drink sahlep ( a sweet drink with almonds and cinnamon). The next day we went to listen to traditional turkish music and eat kokoreç. The music was beautiful, and it was a pleasure to guide a friend here, show him some favourit places, make him taste local food, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 20th of november Edith and I went to Bilgi University, there were workshops organised for Childrens' Day. We couldn't really help, as we don't speak turkish, except for the music workshop. We met the trainer, a professional piano player, and that night we went to Gemi Bar, where he and his band were playing some traditional turkish and balkan music. We'll probably go to other concerts of his band. The three last weekends I went out in Taksim, to listen to live music, drink something with friends. Two weeks ago I went to dance in Araf, I missed that !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm at Tog office, firstly because internet doesn't work anymore at home, because food is really good here ;-) and because I like to work surrounded by people, in a real office...&lt;br /&gt;So that's it. Everything's fine... I love Istanbul, even if I miss Belgium a little bit. Well, I miss the fact to be with old friends, who know me well and who I know well. Here there are many great people, but they are all new for me, so we don't have all these shared experiences that you have with old friends, and I don't know them very well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I send you all lots of kisses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emilie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125885607924754465-6355155810771105371?l=emilievanlaer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/feeds/6355155810771105371/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125885607924754465&amp;postID=6355155810771105371' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/6355155810771105371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/6355155810771105371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/2007/11/apprendre-apprendre-learn-learn-learn.html' title='Apprendre, apprendre - learn, learn, learn'/><author><name>Emilievanlaer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16625331899305869638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.yep2007.eu/yep/About%20us/052B58A4-A374-4DA4-928E-B2E917406E21_files/DSCN5956_cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125885607924754465.post-1364351563163462331</id><published>2007-11-26T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T06:14:27.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lundi 19/11</title><content type='html'>Merhaba arkadaslarim ! (bonjour mes amis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasilsin? Ben iyiyim !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors là je vais essayer une grande manoeuvre de rattrapge, parce que le temps avance mais pas mon blog. Et comme j'ai plus internet )à l'appart, ça va pas rendre les choses plus faciles !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les dernières nouvelles, par ordre chronologique: j'ai (enfin) rencontré ma mentor. Le mentor est une personne indépendante de l'organisation d'accueil, qui est chargée de m'accompagner et m'aider dans mon SVE d'un point de vue plus personnel, elle est là pour m'écouter, tant sur les points négatifs que positifs. Mon mentor est Ayse, elle travaille au Children Studies Unit de Bilgi University, et elle a travaillé à Tog pendant plusieurs années , donc elle connait la structure et les gens. Elle est très gentille, et m'a déjà remis des contacts de personnes travaillant pour les droits de la femme, ... Je la rencontrerai une fois par semaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comme vous le savez peut-être, il y a eu une manifestation à Bruxelles le 18, pour l'unité de la Belgique. J'ai essayé d'organiser qqch ici à Istanbul, en contactant la communauté belge et le consulat, qui m'a donné plusieurs contacts, dont aucun n'a répondu à mes mails... tant pis !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercredi 14 j'ai été à Eyüp, un des districts de Istanbul, avec Saynan, la mentor de Edith, et Edith. On a été visiter des écoles des environs. Et quand je dis les environs... c'est 2h de route, sur des routes pleines de fosses et de bosses, parfois même simplement de la boue, et des paysages magnifiques, un peu comme en irlandes: des falaises, des prairies, des collines, et entre les collines: la Mer Noire (kara deniz), et de temps en temps quelques maisons ou un village. On a visité des écoles de village, un centre d'acceuil pour enfants abandonnés, et un centre fermé pour jeunes délinquants. Toutes les conversations étaient en turc malheureusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le lendemain on a été au bureau de police pour faire notre demande de permis de résidence. On y a été tous les 4, avec Gizem. On est resté là 6h... d'abord faire la file dans un couloir, debout, pendant 3h, avec un numéro... pour arriver dans un local où on reçoit... un autre numéro, pour faire la file dans un autre couloir, mais comme c'était la pauze de midi fallait revenir après-midi... de nouveau faire la file... Une journée très un-productive donc, et d'autant plus ennuyant que dehors il faisait beau ! Là la demande est rentrée, normalement je devrais avoir mon permis un de ses jours-çi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vendredi 16 novembre une des mes amies turques et une amie hollandaise étaient à Istanbul pour la journée. J'ai passé l'après midi avec elles, on a été manger un balik ekmek (poisson dans du pain avec de la salade) sur le pont Galata, puis on a été marcher dans Istiklal sous la pluie:D puis boire du thé et manger du tiramisu... le soir on avait notre pendaison de crémaillère !!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a invité plein de monde, mais comme c'est la période des exams beaucoup savaient pas venir. Il y avait quand-même une 15aine de personnes, on avait préparé du goulash hongrois, des genre de pates slovène, des fruits, des chips, des crèpes et plein de boissons, bien sûr ! C'était très gai, on a dansé, chanté, et après on est sorti à Taksim.&lt;br /&gt;Autant dire que le samedi j'était épuisée... j'étais aller dormir à 5h... et le samedi, reparti, je suis allée à taksim avec Germain et Rado. On a été à Synergy, puis à Little Wings, un petit café typique, avec 2 guitaristes, et des tambours pour le public. En revenant de Taksim, à 1h du matin, je suis allée chez Ercan, un ami de Kazim. Kazim était là, et je leur ai préparé du vin chaud, et on a passé une bonne petite... matinée. Alors le dimanche, dodo dodo:D et à 15h je suis aller chez le vété avec Sekiz, notre ptit chat, et à 17h on avait 3h de cours de turc ! J'ai eu du mal à suivre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sultanahmet-Blue Mosque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0rMQEzIHHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GE9ZrvNG2Uw/s1600-h/DSCN6781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0rMQEzIHHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GE9ZrvNG2Uw/s400/DSCN6781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137142901507628146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0rMnUzIHII/AAAAAAAAAGo/9txnVSE8aX8/s1600-h/DSCN6787.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Germain &amp;amp; Rado (l'éternelle Efes à la main)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0rMnUzIHII/AAAAAAAAAGo/9txnVSE8aX8/s400/DSCN6787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137143300939586690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0rM0UzIHJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/GSobZzY2ME8/s1600-h/DSCN6788.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kazim, un ami turc de Edith et Edith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0rM0UzIHJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/GSobZzY2ME8/s400/DSCN6788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137143524277886098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gizem &amp;amp; Imren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0rNHEzIHKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-u3Q6Jf5Jj0/s1600-h/DSCN6789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0rNHEzIHKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-u3Q6Jf5Jj0/s400/DSCN6789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137143846400433314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Housewarming party-Pendaison de crémaillère/La table commence à se remplir- table starts to be filled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0rNbUzIHLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/dAYICS2A-As/s1600-h/DSCN6793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0rNbUzIHLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/dAYICS2A-As/s400/DSCN6793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137144194292784306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Housewarming party-Pendaison de crémaillère/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nesli &amp;amp; Erol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0rNykzIHMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fEUZmEqhZLU/s1600-h/DSCN6799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0rNykzIHMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fEUZmEqhZLU/s400/DSCN6799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137144593724742850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Housewarming party-Pendaison de crémaillère/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0rOHEzIHNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/aZPUoRKiF-w/s1600-h/DSCN6801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0rOHEzIHNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/aZPUoRKiF-w/s400/DSCN6801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137144945912061138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Housewarming party-Pendaison de crémaillère/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0rPGkzIHOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UFeSRQInp0w/s1600-h/DSCN6803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0rPGkzIHOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UFeSRQInp0w/s400/DSCN6803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137146036833754338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merhaba arkadaslarim ! (hello my friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasilsin? Ben iyiyim !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll try to update my blog totally... because time is running but my blog is not moving as fast ! And since we don't have internet anymore at the appartment, that will not make things easier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last news, in chronological order: I (finally) met my mentor. The mentor is a person independent from the host organisation, whose task is to accompany and help me in my EVS, on a more personal level. She's there to listen to me, about positive and negative things. My mentor is Ayse, she works at the Children Studies Unit at Bilgi University;she has been working at Tog for several years, so she knows their structure and the people who work there. She's very kind, and already gave me the contacts of people working about women rights, ... I'll meet with her once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you might know, there was a gathering in Brussels on 18/11, for the unity of Belgium? I tried to organise something here in Istanbul, by contacting the consulate, who gave me some contacts of the belgian community, but they didn't answer my mails. At least I tried !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 14/11 I went to Eyüp, one of the districts of Istanbul, with Saynan, Edith's mentor, and Edith. We visited some schools from the neighbourhood. And when I say neighbourhood... that means 2 h drive, on bad roads, sometimes simply mud, and breathtaking sceneries, a bit like in Ireland: cliffs, grasslands, hills, and between the hills: the Black Sea (Kara Deniz), and sometimes a few houses or a village. We visited some schools, a center for abandoned children, and a center for young delinquents. Unfortunately all conversations where in turkish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to the police office, to apply for our residency permit. The four of us went, with Gizem. We stayed there 6 h... first waiting in a corridor, without seats, for 3 hours, with a number... that allowed us to enter a room where we received... another number, to queue in another corridor ! As it was lunchbreak, we had to come back in the afternoon... to queue again... So a very unproductive day, even more annoying as the sun was shining outside ! Now the application has been made, I should have my residency permit soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 16/11 one of my turkish friends and a dutch friend came to Istanbul for the day. We spent the afternoon together, eating balik ekmek (fish in bread with salade) on the Galata bridge, then we walked in Istiklal street under the rain :D then we went to drink tea &amp;amp;eat tiramisu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, we had our housewarming party !!!&lt;br /&gt;We had invited many people, but as it's exams period a lot of them couldn't come. Still, there were more or less 15 persons, we had prepared hungarian goulash, slovenian... past or something like that, chips, fruit, pancakes, and of course lots of drinks ! It was really nice, we danced, sang, and then we went to Taksim.&lt;br /&gt;So on satruday I was really exhausted... as I went to sleep at 5h... and saturday , again, I went to taksim with Germain and Rado. We went to Synergy, then to Little Wings, a little typical cafe, with 2 guitarists and drums for the public to pay. On the way back from Taksim, at 1h in the monring, I stopped at Ercan's place, a friend of Kazim, who was also there, and I made some hot wine for them. It was a nice... morning:D. On Sunday, sleeping sleeping :D and at 15h I went to the vet with Sekiz, our litte cat, and at 17h we had turkish class. 3h ! It was a bit hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125885607924754465-1364351563163462331?l=emilievanlaer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/feeds/1364351563163462331/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125885607924754465&amp;postID=1364351563163462331' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/1364351563163462331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/1364351563163462331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/2007/11/lundi-1911.html' title='Lundi 19/11'/><author><name>Emilievanlaer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16625331899305869638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.yep2007.eu/yep/About%20us/052B58A4-A374-4DA4-928E-B2E917406E21_files/DSCN5956_cr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0rMQEzIHHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GE9ZrvNG2Uw/s72-c/DSCN6781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125885607924754465.post-8749939813441470789</id><published>2007-11-21T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T10:37:56.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday- Mardi 6/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Haaaaa, la vie à Istanbul... Bosphore... Taksim... Istiklal...Tophane... Des mots qui feront surgir la nostalgie dans le coeur de chacun qui a jamais été ici, et qui en a profité.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="12pt" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Istanbul= trafic, contrastes, passion, délices, rencontres, défis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosphore= couleur, reflets, bateaux, mouettes, poésie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taksim= sorties, bars, soirées, concerts, jeunesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Istiklal= Magasins, foule, odeurs de chataîgnes cuites, musique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila en bref tout ce que j'ai découvert jusqu'ici, et en particulier le weekend passé... Après une semaine très très calme, sans Edith et Rado, le weekend a été particulièrement occupé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La semaine, j'ai été travailler au bureau, à Tog, et jeudi j'ai été à l'univ de Bogazici, pour nos cours de turc et pour donner une présentation sur le SVE à un groupe de volontaires d'une organisation dont un ami turc est membre. J'ai rencontré cet ami, Kagan, à Antalya, en février, ainsi que Ilhan, qui est dans la même organisation. Après la présentation on a été manger et boire un verre ensemble, c'était vraiment chouette, ils sont géniaux :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vendredi journée assez calme... le soir j'ai été à une réunion de Busos, l'organisation d'étudiants Tog de l'univ de Bogazici. 2h de bus aller retour, pour 50 min de réunion en turque, plus jamais ! Mais bon, la gauffre fourrée à la banane, au chocolat et aux chataîgnes à la cafétaria de l'univ était délicieuse, donc ça va :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vendredi soir, je suis allée à Taksim (le centre avec les bars, les restos et les magasins) avec Yan et Germain, 2 bretons. On a été boire une verre à Synergy. C'est un bar très chouette, avec 4 petits étages, de la musique rock géniale, et des boissons pas chères ! Puis on est allé à Araf, un bar-disco où ils jouent de la chouette musique, et où il y a un monde fou le weekend. Là je les ai perdus, les petits bretons, alors comme je devais de toute façon y aller pour ne pas rater le dernier bateau vers Uskudar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samedi j'ai travaillé à l'appart toute la journée, à mon blog, écrire le rapport d'évaluation de YEP, ... Puis le soir on sortait de nouveau, avec Gizem, Gokhan, une copain de classe de Gizem, que j'ai rencontré à Istanbul University 2 sem avant, Germain, Yan, Kazim, le colloc de Gohkan, Adam, un ami australien de Gizem, Nebi, la meilleure amie de Gizem, et encore un autre colloc de Gokhan. Ah oui, il y avait Meral aussi, la copine turque de Germain. &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Vraiment  gai... et la bière turque est bien meilleure que la Jupiler &lt;img src="http://mail.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/29.gif" /&gt;! Même si la Kriek, la Leffe, Hoegaarden, ... me manquent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Samedi on est sortis en boite,à Araf, et j'ai dansé toute la soirée avec Kazim. Il danse bien, il est sympa et mignon... Puis j'ai logé chez Gizem, trop tard pour rentrer chez moi. &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Dimanche j'ai été avec Gizem et Adam faire le tour du Bopshore en bateau. On a énormément rigolé, Adam et Gizem s'adorent et sont vraiment sympas, on se moquait constamment les uns des autres mais de façon très gentille :-) Puis à 18h on a rejoint Gokhan et Kazim, qui nous attendaient depuis ... 16h &lt;img src="http://mail.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/01.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/09.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;On a été fumer le narguileh à Tophane, le meilleur endroit pour ça. Assis sur des gros poufs sous les arbes... Puis on est allé dans un bar, on a bu, dansé, puis à Synergy, où j'ai cloturé la soirée avec un vin chaud, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, mon rêve !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Dimanche à 3h du mat Rado et Edith sont revenus de Berlin. Ils sont épuisés... comme moi :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Aurjoud'hui  et hier journées très calmes, à part 2h de cours à Pembe Ev pr les enfants j'ai  rien à faire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donc voilà, j'ai découvert les plaisirs de Taksim :-) Heureuement qu'on vit à Uskudar, et qu'il faut 45min-1h pour aller à Taksim, sinon j'y serait tous les soirs ! J'ai décidé que la semaine je ne sortirai pas, j'irai dormir tôt, et le weekend je me permets de sortir quand je veux. Il y a tellement d'endroits à découvrir ! Quasi tous les bars que j'ai visités sont très bien, chouette musique, beaucoup de bars très trendy ou rock, avec des intérieurs très agréables. Haaa, ça change de Wamont, mon petit village flamand !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A gauche: Kagan. A droite: Ilhan, à Antalya, en février&lt;br /&gt;Left: Kagan Right: Ilhan, in Anatlya in february&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0QxYK9KgzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/n-MjQI1Sdm4/s1600-h/DSCN4883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0QxYK9KgzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/n-MjQI1Sdm4/s400/DSCN4883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135283766436725554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; ENGLISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Haaaaa, Istanbul life... Bopshorus... Taksim... Istiklal... Tophane...Ereryone who has ever had a good time in Istanbul will feel nostalgy coming while reading these words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Istanbul= trfafic, contrasts, passion, delicious, unexpected meetings, challenges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosphorus= colour, reflections, boats, birds, poetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taksim= long nights, bars, parties, concerts, youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Istiklal= Shops, crowd, music, smells of all kinds of food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a short version of what I discovered till now, and especially last weekend. After a very very quiet week without Rado and Edith, the weekend has been very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the week I went to work at Tog office, and on Thurdsday we had turkish class and then I gave a presentation about EVS at Bogazici university, for a group of volunteers from a student organisation of which Kagan and Ilhan, two turkish friends of mine, are part. After the presentation we went to eat and drink tea, it was really nice, they are great guys !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was very quiet... the evening I went to a Busos meeting in Bogazici. Busos is the Tog group from Bogazici. 2 hours of bus, for 50 min meeting in turkish... never again ! Luckily the waffle with bananas, chocolate sauce and sweet chestnuts in the cafetaria of the university was delicious :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I went to Taksim (the center with bars, shops and restaurants) with Yan and Germain, 2 french guys. We went to have a drink in Synergy, a very nice bar, with 4 small floors, great rock music, and cheap drinks ! Then we went to Araf, a dancing bar, that is always overcrowded during the weekend. I lost the french guys there, and I had to go back anyway, in order to catch the last boat to Uskudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I worked at home whole day, at my blog, and writing the YEP-evaluation report. That evening we went out again, with Gizem, Gokhan, Gizem's classmate, who I met at stanbul University 2 weeks before, Germain, Yan, Kazim, Gokhan's roommate, Adam, Gizem's australian friend, Nebi, Gizem's best friend, and Meral, Germain girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;It was really nice... and turkish beer is better than Jupiler ! Even if I miss Kriek, Duvel, Leffe, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Saturday night we went out to Araf again, and I danced whole night with Kazim. He's a great dancer, nice and cute... Then I slept at Gizem's place, as it was too late for me to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;On Sunday I did the Bosphorus tour with Gizem and Adam. We had lots of fun, Adam and Gizem are nice people, we were making fun of each other whole the time :-) At 18h we joined Gokhan and Kazim, who were waiting for us since...16h &lt;img src="http://mail.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/01.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/09.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;We went to smoke narguileh in Tophane, the best place for that. Sitting on big pillow-seats under the trees... then we went to a bar, we drunk, we went to another, we danced, then to Synergy, where I finished the evening with some hot wine, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, my dream !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Sunday night Rado and Edith came back at 3am. They were exhausted... like me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Today and yesterday were very quiet, except for 2 h of cultural class in Pembe Ev I have nothing to do...&lt;br /&gt;So now I discovered pleasurer of Taksim :-) It's good we live in Uskudar, where we need 45min-1h to go out, otherwise I would be in Taksim every night ! I decided that during the week I work, I don't go out, and during the weekends I party whole the time ! There are so many places to discover ! Every bar I visited is great, nice and trendy or rock decoration, nice music... What a difference with my quiet flemish village !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125885607924754465-8749939813441470789?l=emilievanlaer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/feeds/8749939813441470789/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125885607924754465&amp;postID=8749939813441470789' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/8749939813441470789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/8749939813441470789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/2007/11/tuesday-mardi-611.html' title='Tuesday- Mardi 6/11'/><author><name>Emilievanlaer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16625331899305869638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.yep2007.eu/yep/About%20us/052B58A4-A374-4DA4-928E-B2E917406E21_files/DSCN5956_cr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0QxYK9KgzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/n-MjQI1Sdm4/s72-c/DSCN4883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125885607924754465.post-1530026400034802426</id><published>2007-11-21T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T04:30:30.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>29/10: Fête nationale/Republic Holiday</title><content type='html'>Hello hello !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oui, ça fait un fameux retard maintenant, mais je n'ai plus eu le temps d'écrire, ou bien internet ne fonctionnait pas à l'appart. Je vais entamer une manoeuvre de rattrapge !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors j'étais arrivé le 29 oct.Edith et Rado sont à Berlin pour 10 jours, pour un projet. C'était la fête nationale turque. Il faut savoir que les semaines précédentes des dizaines de soldats turques ont été tués dans des affrontements avec les rebelles, terroristes, indépendantistes, extrêmistes (je ne sais pas comment les appeler) kurdes, dans l'est de la turquie. cela a mené à des manifestations massives à Istanbul et dans d'autres villes, à une poussée massive du nationalisme et à des actions de pillage et d'agressions de magasins kurdes, d'africains et même de turques portant un boucle d'oreille et les cheveux longs... J'en ai beaucoup parlé avec Emrah, en revenant d'Erzurum, et il est assez inquièt de ces développements. Il n'est pas le seuL. En tout cas, les drapeaux rouge et blanc fleurissent partout depuis quelques jours, et resteront probablement longtemps après la fête nationale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le service militaire est obligatoire ici pour les garçons, ce qui rend encore plus sensible la mort de jeunes soldats d'une 20-aine d'années faisant leur service militaire obligatoire pour 6 ou 11 mois. Le gouvernement est sous forte pression populaire pour s'engager en Iraq, dans les montagnes où se replient les membres du PKK (parti indépendantiste kurde). Même si beaucoup s'accordent à dire que ce n'est pas une solution à long terme, beaucoup de gens ne s'y opposent pas.&lt;br /&gt;Un article intéressant (en anglais): http://newsweek.washingtonpost.com/postglobal/america/2007/10/istanbul_protests_curse_the_pkk.html&lt;br /&gt;Voyez aussi: http://newsweek.washingtonpost.com/postglobal/america/2007/10/turkeys_republic_day_ataturks.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce weekend, à Erzurum, Emrah me disait qu'il y avait des tensions dans le groupe de volontaires, certains ne se parlant pas car venant de régions différentes, dont certains de Van, une région à majorité kurde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par rapport au service militaire: les jeunes hommes ne doivent pas y aller tant qu'ils sont à l'unif. C'est sans doute pour ça que beaucoup de jeunes qui travaillent déjà font encore, en plus, des études, une thèse, un master, ... On m'a raconté que être objecteur de conscience n'est pas permis, légalement, et ceux qui refusent de servir se retrouvent donc en prison. Et même si la Cour Européenne des Droits de l'Homme a récemment jugé qu'une peine de prison maximale doit être fixée (avant, si un objecteur de conscience, en sortant de prison, refusait encore de servir, il retournait en prison), cela n'empêche qu'il y a d'autres voies pour punir ces objecteurs: en leur interdisant tout visa pour voyager hors de la Turquie, par ex. Ce service militaire est vu par la société turque comme un service de patriotisme à son pays, et ne pas servir est au moins une déloyaute, ou même une trahison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voilà pour la chapitre "socio-politique". Pour le chapitre plus amusant: je n'ai pas été au centre ville pour voir les démonstrations pour la fête nationale, je n'avais pas fort envie d'assister à des démonstrations de nationalismes, à une overdose de drapeaux et de slogans.&lt;br /&gt;Par contre j'ai été au feu d'artifice, le soir, avec Imren, Germain et Meral. Imren est l'étudiante de l'université de Bogazici avec laquelle Germain et moi allons donner les cours sur la culture aux enfants de Pembe Ev. Elle est venue à Uskudar cet après-midi pour préparer le cours de demain, puis on est allé au feu d'artifice. Qui était magnifique ! On était à Besiktas, du côté européen, juste le long du Bopshore. Les feux d'artifices étaient tirés de 4-5 endroits différents, en demi-cerle, allant du pont à notre gauche à Karaköy, à droite. C'était magnifique !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le lendemain, Germain et moi sommes allés à Pembe Ev, pour le premier cours culturel. IL y avait 5-6 enfants, agés de 10-11 ans. C'était pas passionant, puisque je parle pas le turque et eux pas l'anglais, mais intéressant, et Imren traduisait nos explications et leurs questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pembe Ev- Germqin joue qvec les enfants pendant la pause- Germain playing with the kids during the break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0QdH69KguI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ybvTd_cVWPE/s1600-h/DSCN6754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0QdH69KguI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ybvTd_cVWPE/s400/DSCN6754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135261497031295714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pembe Ev - 3 des nos "élèves- 3 of our "students"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0QdXK9KgvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/G6T9QXRJT6U/s1600-h/DSCN6755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0QdXK9KgvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/G6T9QXRJT6U/s400/DSCN6755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135261759024300786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pembe Ev- Imren, our co-volunteer - Imren, notre co-volontaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0Qjl69KgwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/J0eFaqOtgFA/s1600-h/DSCN6756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0Qjl69KgwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/J0eFaqOtgFA/s400/DSCN6756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135268609497137922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pembe Ev- Germain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0Qj5a9KgxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ecduOPC2W0I/s1600-h/DSCN6757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0Qj5a9KgxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ecduOPC2W0I/s400/DSCN6757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135268944504587026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pembe Ev (= Pink House, = Maison Rose)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0QkH69KgyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/STS1Owmn5LA/s1600-h/DSCN6759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0QkH69KgyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/STS1Owmn5LA/s400/DSCN6759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135269193612690210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello hello !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my blog is totally not updated, but I haven't had time to write, and internet wasn't working anymore in the appartment. I'll try to catch up !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's 29/10. Rado and Edith are in Berlin for 10 days, for a project. Today is turkish republic holiday. It's important to know that the last weeks, tens of turkish soldiers have been killed in confrontations with kurdish rebels, terrorists, indepedantists, extremists (I don't know how to call them) in south eastern turkey. This has led to big manifestations in Istanbul and other cities, to looting and agressions against kurdish shops, against africans, and even against turkish guys with earrings and long hair ! I talked a lot about it with Emrah, while coming back from Erzurum, and he's quite concerned about these events. And he's not the only one. Anyway, turkish red and white flags are flourishing allover the city since a few days, and they will probably be there long after republic holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Turkey military servive is compulsory for boys, what make people even more sensitive to the death of young 20-year old soldiers who are doing their compulsory service for 6 or 11 months. There is a big popular pression on the governement to have an armed intervention in Iraq, in the mountains where the PKK (kurdish independant party) retreat. Even if many people agree that it would not be a long term solution, many of them don't oppose it, or even defend it&lt;br /&gt;An interesting article: : http://newsweek.washingtonpost.com/postglobal/america/2007/10/istanbul_protests_curse_the_pkk.html&lt;br /&gt;See also: http://newsweek.washingtonpost.com/postglobal/america/2007/10/turkeys_republic_day_ataturks.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, in Erzurum, Emrah told me there were tensions between some volunteers, who didn't want to talk to each other, because they came from different regions, for example from Van, a regio with a majority of kurds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the military service: young men don't have to do it as long as they are at university. That's probably why so many guys who are already working are still studying at the same time, doing a thesis, a master, ... I was told that being a conscientious objector isn't legally allowed, and those who refuse to go to the army are emprisoned. And even if the European Court of Human Rights has recently judged that a maximum emprisonment period has to be fixed (before that, a conscientious objector who still refused to go to the army after prison was put in prison again!), there are other ways to punish them, for example by denying them any visa to travel outside Turkey. This army service is seen by turkish society as a patriotic duty to the country, and refusing it is at least seen as disloyalty, or even as treason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough for the "socio-political" chapter. For the more entertaining chapter: I didn't go to Istanbul center for the celebration of the national holiday, I didn't feel like seeing all these nationalistic demonstrations, and the overdosis of flags and slogans. But I went to the firework at night, with Imren, Germain and Meral. Imren is a student at Bogazici university, and she'll bve giving the cultural classes with us to the kids in Pembe Ev. She came here the afternoon to prepare next day's classes. The fireworks were fabulous ! We were in Besiktas, on the european side, on the Bosphorus shore. The fireworks started from 4-5 different places, in hafl a circle. It was really beautiful !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, Germain and I went to Pembe Ev, for our first cultural class. There were 5-6 kids, 10-11 years old. It was not very entertaining, as we don't speak turkish and they don't speak english, but it was interesting, and Imren translated our explanations and their questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125885607924754465-1530026400034802426?l=emilievanlaer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/feeds/1530026400034802426/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125885607924754465&amp;postID=1530026400034802426' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/1530026400034802426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/1530026400034802426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/2007/11/2910-fte-nationalerepublic-holiday.html' title='29/10: Fête nationale/Republic Holiday'/><author><name>Emilievanlaer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16625331899305869638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.yep2007.eu/yep/About%20us/052B58A4-A374-4DA4-928E-B2E917406E21_files/DSCN5956_cr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/R0QdH69KguI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ybvTd_cVWPE/s72-c/DSCN6754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125885607924754465.post-370649973881818040</id><published>2007-11-13T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T01:39:22.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday 29/10 -Tog ATAK in Erzurum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bonjour chers amis !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ici tout va encore et toujours très bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ce WE était génial. J'ai été, avec Emrah, le responsable du département "volontaires", à un Tog ATAK, un camp organisé par un groupe local de Tog, rassemblant une 30-aine de jeunes volontaires de toute la Turquie, pour la rénovation d'une école primaire. Il y en a régulièrement dans tout le pays, mais surtout au printemps. C'est assez réputé comme événement, j'en avais beaucoup entendu parler, et j'étais donc bien curieuse de voir ça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Comme Erzurum est à 1200 kms d'ici (à l'est), on est parti en avion le samedi matin. L'avion décollait à 8h50... et mon réveil n'a pas sonné... Résultat: je me suis réveillée par hasard à 7h30, j'avais royalement loupé le bateau de 6h30. Et grande panique quand à savoir comment arriver à temps à l'aéroport, qui est à l'autre bout de la ville. Seule solution: taxi ! En 15 min j'étais habillée et prête. Et j'ai eu l'avion. Emrah m'a fait la remarque: moi qui avait le stéréotype que les belges arrivent toujours à temps ! A quoi j'ai répondu: j'aime bien briser les stéréotypes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Arrivé sur place, j'ai fait connaissance avec Aybegum et Damla, 2 volontaires de l'Université Technique d'Istanbul, qui parlent assez bien anglais, contrairement à la plupart des autres volontaires ! On a joué un peu avec les enfants, on a ramassé les déchets pendant 1h pendant que d'autres peignaient les murs de la cour, puis il fallait sortir et vernir les bancs et peindre les locaux et le grillage. Par manque de matériel, j'ai passé tout l'après-midi dans la salle des prof à me tourner les pouces, avec une 10-aine d'autres volontaires. Sur ce, j'ai demandé à Emrah si je pouvais rentrer à Istanbul le dimanche au lieu du lundi... j'ai horreur de me tourner les pouces, et je savais même pas entamer la conversation avec les autres !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Puis le soir on a visité un home pour personnes agées, c'était vraiment bien. D'habitude, en Turquie, les personnes agées ne vont pas dans un home, mais sont pris en charge par leur enfants. Les personnes dans un home sont donc souvent sans famille et assez seuls. Les volontaires d'Erzurum les ont visités tous les WEs de l'année passée, et les retrouvailles étaient belles à voir. Un retraité à mis la musique, et j'ai participé à la danse traditionnelle :-) J'ai aussi salué plusieurs dames agées, "à la turque", c'est à dire en leur baisant la main puis en la portant à mon front, puis 2 baisers sur la joue. J'aime cette façon de saluer les personnes agées, c'est très respectueux. Dans le bus , sur le chemin du retour, quelques volontaires chantaient et scandaient les noms de leurs club de foot favoris. Quand j'ai crié 'Besiktas! Besiktas!" ils se sont retournés, tout étonné, et puis ils ont rigolés et m'ont répondu "Galatasaray! Galatasaray !" La glace était brisée...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A l'hotel, qui était comfortable comme tout, j'ai fait plus ample connaissance avec le groupe des organisateurs, qui m'ont rapidement adoptée, et je suis devenue la star :D Ils voulaient tout savoir sur moi, ma religion, la politique belge, si j'avais un copain, mes études, ... Etant donné que seulement 1 personne sur les 10 du groupe parlait bien anglais, la pauvre devait tout traduire ! Alors vers minuit elle a arrêté et la communication a continué en signes, en mimiques et en rires:D&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Le lendemain était très bien aussi, malheureusement je suis partie à 11h du matin dimanche, alors que les autres restaient tous jusque lundi. Ah, je regrette d'avoir demandé de rentrer plus tôt !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enfin, soit, j'ai rencontré pleins de gens intéressants et sympas, et j'ai retrouvé l'ambiance que j'aimais tant lors des activités estudiantines d'ELSA, de YEP, ... même si un petit verre de vin aurait été le bienvenu :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Le dimanche je suis retournée avec Emrah, qui devait aussi rentrer plus tôt. J'ai pris l'avion, le bus, le métro, le bâteau, tout ça en un jour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aujourd'hui s'est fête nationale, donc congé... Cet aprèm une volontaire de l'univ de Bogazici vient à l'appart pour préparer le cours qu'on va donner demain aux enfants de Pembe Ev sur la culture. Curieuse de voir ça, à mon avis ils attendent de nous qu'on soit super doués et qu'on sache tout ce qu'on veut dire aux enfants, mais moi j'en sais rien de tout ça ! Hihi, pas grave :-)&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damla, Marve, ..., ..., Aybegum &amp;amp;... (noms trop compliqués à retenir !) (Names too complicatied to remember !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzlkSPA9kmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UC69VpItYjQ/s1600-h/DSCN6737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzlkSPA9kmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UC69VpItYjQ/s400/DSCN6737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132243514796380770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Les bancs à vernir - Scoolbenches to varnish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzlkwPA9knI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_VHKYV6YGEo/s1600-h/DSCN6739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzlkwPA9knI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_VHKYV6YGEo/s400/DSCN6739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132244030192456306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L'école- The school (okul)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/Rzll8vA9koI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aLeuEQmPrRU/s1600-h/DSCN6740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/Rzll8vA9koI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aLeuEQmPrRU/s400/DSCN6740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132245344452448898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tog ATAK'ers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzlmcvA9kpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/u8syTFQaGhc/s1600-h/DSCN6741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzlmcvA9kpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/u8syTFQaGhc/s400/DSCN6741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132245894208262802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La cour de l'école avec le mur fraîchement peint - the schoolyard with the freshly painted wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzlmyvA9kqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lCb6P-oINlY/s1600-h/DSCN6742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzlmyvA9kqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lCb6P-oINlY/s400/DSCN6742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132246272165384866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Equipe d'intérieur - Inside painting team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzlncPA9ksI/AAAAAAAAAFI/H35nIO7rHTs/s1600-h/DSCN6746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzlncPA9ksI/AAAAAAAAAFI/H35nIO7rHTs/s400/DSCN6746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132246985129956034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evening fun @hotel- Om s'amuse à l'hotel !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/Rzln0vA9ktI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/D_t9ijTVxkc/s1600-h/DSCN6748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/Rzln0vA9ktI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/D_t9ijTVxkc/s400/DSCN6748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132247406036751058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A ma gauche: Tulay, pleine d'énergie,  avec qui j'ai symphatisé malgré notre incompréhension linguistique mutuelle...&lt;br /&gt;At my left: Tulay, full of energy, with who I got along very well, in spite of our inability to communicate with each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzloF_A9kuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9kFm26p66Ck/s1600-h/DSCN6749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzloF_A9kuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9kFm26p66Ck/s400/DSCN6749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132247702389494498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Les montagnes entourant Erzurum de tous côtés - The mountains that surround Erzurum from all sides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzloqPA9kvI/AAAAAAAAAFg/e41DG3mZn0E/s1600-h/DSCN6750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzloqPA9kvI/AAAAAAAAAFg/e41DG3mZn0E/s400/DSCN6750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132248325159752434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tulay and me, after breakfast in the school- Tulay et moi après le déjeuner à l'école&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzlqKPA9kwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SWvMQdSMo14/s1600-h/DSCN6751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzlqKPA9kwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SWvMQdSMo14/s400/DSCN6751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132249974427194114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello dear friends !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's still very fine here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This weekend was great. With Emrah, the head of the field department (and our ex-coordinator) I have been to a Tog ATAK. This is a youth camp organised by a local Tog group. It gathered +- 30 volunteers from Tog groups allover Turkey, this time for the renovation of a primary school. There are often Tog ATAKs, especially in the spring. I heard a lot about it, so I was really impatient so see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Erzurum is at 1200 kms (east) from here, so we took the plane on Saturday morning. The plane was leaving at 8h50... and my alarm didn't go off ! So: I woke up by chance at 7h30, totally too late for the boat at 6h30. So panick: how to get in time to the airport, that is on the other side of the city? Only solution: taxi. In 15 min I was ready and outside. And I catched the plane...When I arrived at the airport, Ermrah told me: I had the stereotype that Belgians are always on time! I answered: I like breaking stereotypes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In Erzurum, I catched up with Aybegum and Damla, 2 volunteers from Istanbul Technical UNiversity, who speak english quite well, unlike most other volunteers there ! We played a bit with tbe kids, then we collected the garbage, while others where painting the walls of the schoolyard. Then the schoolbenches were taken out and varnished, and the classrooms and gates were painted. There was a lack of material, so had no work, and stayed whole afternoon in the teacher's room, with a group of other 'unemployed' volunteers. As I was bored, I asked Emrah if I could go back to Istanbul on Sunday instead of Monday, as I really don't like doing nothing, and I couldn't even start a conversation with the others !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saturday evening we visited a home for elderly people. Usually, in Turkey, elders are taken care of by their family, so people in a house like this are quite rare and usually very lonely. Last year, the Erzurum Tog volunteers each adopted one elder and visited him/her every week. So there were lots of emotions that night, beautiful smiles on the faces ! One old man put some music on, and people started dancing. I participated in the traditional dance :-) I also greeted some elder women, in the "turkish way", that means by kissing their hand and then touching your forehead with their hand, and then kisses on the cheeks. I like this way to greet elders, it's very respectful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the bus, on the way back, some volunteers started singing and calling the names of their favourite football clubs. When I called "Besiktas! Besiktas!" they turned to me, very surprised, then they laughed and answered "Galatasaray! Galatasaray !" Ice was broken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the hotel, that was very comfortable, I learned to know the group of organisers. They quickly adopted me, and I became the star :D They wanted to know everything about me; my religion, belgian policits, if I have a boyfriend, my studies, ... AS only 1 person out of the 10 knew english well, she had to translate everything! So around midnight she was tired and stopped, and communication continued with signs, gestures and laughter :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, Sunday, was also very nice, but sadly I had to leave at 11am, while the others stayed till Monday. Ah, I regretted asking to go back earlier !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I met lots of interesting and nice people, and I recognised a bit of the atmosphere I liked so much during ELSA and YEP acticties... even if a little glass of wine was missing :-)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I returned with Emrah. I took the plane, the bus, the metro, the boat... all in one day !&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tooday is republic holiday, so free... This afternoon a volunteer from Bogazici university will come to the appartment to prepare the cultural class we have to give to the kids of Pembe Ev tomorrow. I'm curious to see that, I think they expect from us that we are really talented at it, that we can tell lots of things to the kids... but I don't know anything ! Hihi, that's ok :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125885607924754465-370649973881818040?l=emilievanlaer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/feeds/370649973881818040/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125885607924754465&amp;postID=370649973881818040' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/370649973881818040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/370649973881818040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/2007/11/monday-2910-tog-atak-in-erzurum.html' title='Monday 29/10 -Tog ATAK in Erzurum'/><author><name>Emilievanlaer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16625331899305869638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.yep2007.eu/yep/About%20us/052B58A4-A374-4DA4-928E-B2E917406E21_files/DSCN5956_cr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzlkSPA9kmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UC69VpItYjQ/s72-c/DSCN6737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125885607924754465.post-4395991113303125082</id><published>2007-11-09T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T01:37:16.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeudi 25/10 -  Finally tired ! /Enfin fatiguée !</title><content type='html'>Bonjour les amis !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div&gt;déjà plus de 2 semaines ici, et enfin le projet commence à se concrétiser. La semaine passée Emrah, notre responsable, a été promu à une position supérieure et n'a donc pas eu le temps de s'occuper de nous, il était en transition et réunions tout le temps ! Gizem, sa "succeseur-succè..." était en formation en Espagne, donc on a pas fait grand chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Lundi et mardi, on avait également congé. Après avoir paressé pendant 2 jours à l'appart, Edith et moi avons décidé de sortir et d'aller visiter le Grand Bazaar, le Bazaar aux Epices et les environs. C'était fantastique ! Il faisait beau, 22 degrés, et pleeeeeeeins de touristes là-bas, alors qu'à Uskudar, notre quartier, on n'en voit jamais. On a aussi été voir la Mosquée Bleue de l'extérieur, superbe, et l'Agia Sophia, qui n'est vraiment pas belle de l'extérieur. Quelle déception! On n'est pas rentré, après 2h30 dans les petites et grandes allées du bazar on en avait assez de visiter. Les bazaars étaient splendides et passionnants, ça oui ! A part les touristes, tout y est beau et colorée: les couvertures brodées, les jupes et habits de danse du ventre, les bijoux, les services à thés, les babouches, les argenteries, les boîtes incrustées, les lampes des Mille et une nuits, et puis dans le Bazaar aux epicés il y a , à part plein d'épices, des loukoums, des thés de tous les goûts, des patisseriers, des olives, du savon, ... Je me suis un peu amusée à négocier, et j'ai obtenu de très bons prix. Les marchands là parlent très bien anglais. Surtout pour attirer deux filles européennes: paradise, apple, sweet girl, beautiful lady, toutes les belles paroles sont utiles pour attires notre attention ! Et si on refuse d'acheter, ils nous disent qu'on leur a brisé le coeur. Haha, ils sont vraiment professionnels ! &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Mercredi j'ai été au bureau de Tog, où Gizem nous a expliqué les différentes activités qui peuvent composer notre horaire personnel: &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;- 1 à 2 jours/ semaine dans un des départments de Tog (training, field,  project, international relations)&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;- cours de langues (3h/sem) et réunion avec notre mentor personnel (encore  à choisir)&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;- activités avec les enfants de la maison Rose (Pink House ou Pembe  Ev)&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;- projects locaux avec Bogazici university ou Teknikal UNiversity (encore à  choisir)&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;- Youth Center, à Bilgi University&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;On peut composer son horaire comme on veut, mais faut travailler +- 35h/sem. Ils sont très flexibles et ouverts à toute idée ou envie. C'est vraiment chouette !&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Aujour'dhui j'ai été à Tog, où Emrah m'a proposé de l'accompagner à Istanbul University, où il allait donner une petite formation d'orientation à un groupe de nouveaux volontaires. On est partis à 14h30, et je vient de rentrer à 23h. C'était vraiment intéressant et gai. Il y avait une 30aine de jeunes, qui parlaient pas très bien anglais, et Emrah m'a demandé de m'occuper des jeux pour briser la glace et pour apprendre les noms. Aaaaaaaaah, mais suis pas préparée moi ! Alors j'ai un peu improvisé, et apparemment ils ont adoré les jeux !&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Après 2h30 de blabla et travail de groupe en turque, on a été manger avec une 15aine de ces étudiants. Puis 1h30 de tram, bus et bateau pour rentrer...&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Demain j'ai cours de turc pour la première fois! Seul Germain sera également là, Edith et Rado sont partis 11 jours à Berlin pour un projet. Samedi je vais à Erzurum, à l'est de la turquie, Emrah et Gizem m'ont proposé d'aller participer à un Tog Atak, un weekend qui rassemble une 50-aine de jeunes volontaires turques autour d'un projet de rénovation, avec pour but qu'ils apprennent à se connaître et forment un réseau national de volontaires Tog. On y va en avion, parce que c'est plus de 1000 km!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah oui, on a adopté un tout petit bébé chat. Elle est gentille et mignonne comme tout.  Elle s'appelle Sekiz, c'est le nom qu'ils lui ont donné au bureau, ça veut dire "huit" en turc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Bon, je suis très très fatiguée. J'espère que vous allez tous bien, n'hésiter pas à m'envoyer des petits mails ou même des petites lettres, c'est super gai d'avoir des nouvelles fraîches de vous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Gros bisous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Balik (fish) boats, also a restaurant, in Eminönü&lt;br /&gt;Bateau à poisson (Balik), qui servent du poisson aux passants, à Eminönü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQfM_A9kaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wM7zVKmtF6Q/s1600-h/DSCN6667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQfM_A9kaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wM7zVKmtF6Q/s400/DSCN6667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130760183416197538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess it's a mosque... Je suppose que c'est une mosquée :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQgAfA9kcI/AAAAAAAAADI/91iDNClLV9s/s1600-h/DSCN6670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQgAfA9kcI/AAAAAAAAADI/91iDNClLV9s/s400/DSCN6670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130761068179460546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the many spice shops-Un des nombreux magasins d'épices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQgEPA9kdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SHsWPy-V3lU/s1600-h/DSCN6676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQgEPA9kdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SHsWPy-V3lU/s400/DSCN6676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130761132603970002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Une des ruelles du Grand Bazaar- One of the alleys of the Grand Bazaar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQiaPA9kfI/AAAAAAAAADg/xH7YWn_BQqA/s1600-h/DSCN6686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQiaPA9kfI/AAAAAAAAADg/xH7YWn_BQqA/s400/DSCN6686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130763709584347634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Je veux une couverture comme ça! - I want one of these blankets !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQitPA9kgI/AAAAAAAAADo/2LLNfLuUJqE/s1600-h/DSCN6689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQitPA9kgI/AAAAAAAAADo/2LLNfLuUJqE/s400/DSCN6689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130764036001862146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reste plus qu'à apprendre la danse du ventre...&lt;br /&gt;I have to learn belly dancing ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQjBvA9khI/AAAAAAAAADw/qPbYSTBFqLw/s1600-h/DSCN6699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQjBvA9khI/AAAAAAAAADw/qPbYSTBFqLw/s400/DSCN6699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130764388189180434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nice houses near Sultanahmet- Belles maisons près de Sultanahmet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQjkfA9kiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/y-kGCM8AwoU/s1600-h/DSCN6705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQjkfA9kiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/y-kGCM8AwoU/s400/DSCN6705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130764985189634594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sultanahmet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQkKPA9kjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fFjp1q4djT0/s1600-h/DSCN6714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQkKPA9kjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fFjp1q4djT0/s400/DSCN6714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130765633729696306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Superbe lumière, superbe ciel... (vue du pont Galata)&lt;br /&gt;Beautilful light, beautiful sky... (sight from Galata Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQkofA9kkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Ab_DtrBMfc4/s1600-h/DSCN6731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQkofA9kkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Ab_DtrBMfc4/s400/DSCN6731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130766153420739138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic;"&gt;Edith et moi après notre repas sur le Pont Galata&lt;br /&gt;Edith and me after eating on the Galata Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQlbfA9klI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/B_wMbSZlwBA/s1600-h/DSCN6734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQlbfA9klI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/B_wMbSZlwBA/s400/DSCN6734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130767029594067538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hello friends !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;Already more than 2 weeks here, and the project finally starts to be clear. Last week Emrah, our coordinator, has been promoted to a higher position, so he couldn't take care of us, he has transition and meetings whole the time. Gizem, his "successor" was on EVS management training in Spain, so we didn't have a lot to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;Monday and Tuesday we also had free. So after being lazy for 2 days in the appartment Edith and I decided to go out and visit the Grand Bazar, the Spice Bazar and surroundings. It was great ! Weather was nice, 22°, and looooooots of tourists there ! In Uskudar, our district, we never see any. We also went to visit Sultanahmet, the Blue Mosque from outside, and Agia Sophia, who is not really beautiful from outside. I was dissapointed ! We didn't enter it, as after 2-3 hours in the little and big alleys of the bazar we had seen enough for one day. The bazars were splendid and passionating for sure ! Except for the tourists, everything is beautiful inside: embroided blankets, belly dancing skirts, juwels, tea glasses, babouches, silverwork, inlayed boxes, fairy tale-lamps. And in the Spice Bazar you don't find only spices, but also loukoum, tea of all kinds and tastes, turkish delights, olives, soap, ... I had some fun bargaining, I got good prices. In this touristic areas shopkeepers speak english quite well. Especially to attract two european girls: paradise, apple, sweet delight, beautiful lady, ... all sweet words are good to catch our attention! And if we refuse to buy, they say we broke their heart. Haha, they're really professionals !&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I went to Tog office, where Gizem explained us the different activities that can be part of our personnel schedul:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;- 1 - 2 days/week in one of the Tog departments (training, field,  project, international relations)&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;- language course (3h/week) and meeting with our personal mentor (still to be chosen)&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;- activities with kids from Pembe Ev&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;- local projects with  Bogazici university or Teknikal University&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;- Youth Center, at Bilgi University&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;We can compose our schedule as we want, we have to work  +- 35h/sem. They are very flexible and open for every idea or wish. It's really nice !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;Today I went to Tog, where Emrah proposed to me to accompany him to Istanbul University, where he was going to give a little orientation workshop to a group of new volunteers. We left at 14h30, and I just cam back home, at 23h. It was really interesting and fun. There were more or less 30 students, who didn't speak english very well. Emrah asked me to do the ice breaking and name games.... AAAAAAAAAAAAH ! But I'm not prepared, you know??? So I improvised, and apparently they loved the games!&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;After 2h30 of speaking and group work in turkish (zzzzzzzzz...) we went out to eat with some of these students (+- 15 of them). Then I came back with Onur, who lives also in Uskudar. 1h30 of tram, bus and boat...&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my turkish class starts for the first time ! Only Germain will also be there, Edith and Rado are in Germany, Berlin, for 11 days, for a project. Saturday I'm going to Erzurum, north-east of turkey. EMrah and Gizem proposed me to participate in a Tog ATAK there, a weekend where young volunteers from allover Turkey come together to meet each other and participate in a renovation project, with as aim to get to know each other and develop a national network of volunteers.  We are going by plane, as it's more than 1000 kms away !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;Oh, and we adopted a baby cat. Her name is Cekiz (means "8" in turkish) and she's really cute and lovely !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very tired... I hope you're all fine, don't hesitate to send me little emails or letters, it's always nice to hear from Belgium !&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   Kissed !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125885607924754465-4395991113303125082?l=emilievanlaer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/feeds/4395991113303125082/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125885607924754465&amp;postID=4395991113303125082' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/4395991113303125082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/4395991113303125082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/2007/11/jeudi-2510-finally-tired-enfin-fatigue.html' title='Jeudi 25/10 -  Finally tired ! /Enfin fatiguée !'/><author><name>Emilievanlaer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16625331899305869638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.yep2007.eu/yep/About%20us/052B58A4-A374-4DA4-928E-B2E917406E21_files/DSCN5956_cr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQfM_A9kaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wM7zVKmtF6Q/s72-c/DSCN6667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125885607924754465.post-6454018582333652999</id><published>2007-11-08T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:27:32.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20/10 - Une semaine très calme-Very quiet week</title><content type='html'>Salut les amis !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ici tout suit son cours. J'ai des moments un peu difficiles, parce que je commence à réaliser que je ne suis pas ici pour de simples vacances de quelques semaines mais pour toute une année, dans une ville où je ne comprends pas un mot de ce que disent les gens, et où je ne connais pas autant de gens que à Leuven, Hannut, ... Peu de vendeurs parlent anglais, heureuement ce sont des gens très gentils, mais c'est quand même fatiguant d'être constamment dans un environnement où je ne connais pas la langue. Heureusement j'apprendrais vite, nos cours de turc commencent la semaine prochaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On n'a pas encore vraiment travaillé. Et cette semaine on n'a en fait presque rien fait. Lundi j'était à Bursa, mardi à Bilgi, mercredi rien. Alors j'ai été visiter notre quartier avec Edith. Il faisait très beau, soleil rayonnant et Bosphore d'un bleu éclatant. Jeudi on devait être à Tog à 11h, et c'est seulement à 15h30 que quelqu'un s'est vraiment occupé de nous, c'était notre prof de turque (une volontaire de Tog) qui voulait faire notre connaissance. Puis on a eu une brève explication sur le département finance. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Vendredi Edith et moi avons été au cinéma à 13h30 et 21u30, au Festival du film d'Istanbul (Film Ekimi). On a eu de la chance de trouver encore des places pour Persepolis, un film épatant !&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;A 16h on est allés tous les 4 à une univ dont j'ai oublié le nom. On y a rencontré le groupe Tog local (Busos). Ils nous ont présentés leurs projets, vraiment de chouettes choses, axés sur la responsabilité sociale. Ils ont ea des activités sur les droits de l'homme auxquels je peux participer... mais c'est un turc:-( On a eu l'idée d'organisere un workshop interculturel sans paroles. Je pense présenter ce workshop à tous les groupes Tog dans Istanbul, et puis si ça va bien dans d'autres villes de Turquie, une sorte de 'tour'. Donc en fait on doit nous-même mettre sur pied des projets. Tog ne nous donne pas vraiment de travail, donc on doit nous-même prendre l'initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Aujourd'hui à 14h "sausage party" à Pembe Ev (la Maison Rose), un lieu mis sur pied par Tog où des volontaires viennent donner des cours d'anglais et des activités sociales aux enfants du quartier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Notre rue-Our street (Bizim Sokakim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQTIfA9kTI/AAAAAAAAACA/w_3fikPjdCs/s1600-h/DSCN6604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQTIfA9kTI/AAAAAAAAACA/w_3fikPjdCs/s400/DSCN6604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130746911967252786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Découverte - Discovery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQUNvA9kVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FT6qU-e2_DA/s1600-h/DSCN6643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQUNvA9kVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FT6qU-e2_DA/s400/DSCN6643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130748101673193810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQVAfA9kWI/AAAAAAAAACY/bEzJViysayw/s1600-h/DSCN6653.JPG"&gt;Le joli parc  Fethi Pasa près de uskudar (30 min de marche de l'appart)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nice Fethi Pasa parc near Uskudar (30 min walking from appart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQWuPA9kYI/AAAAAAAAACo/UUy7h5xzUGY/s1600-h/DSCN6654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQWuPA9kYI/AAAAAAAAACo/UUy7h5xzUGY/s400/DSCN6654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130750859042197890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il y a des pêcheurs tout le long du Bopshore - Fishermen all along the Bosphorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQVufA9kXI/AAAAAAAAACg/gdYkv31DJH0/s1600-h/DSCN6659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQVufA9kXI/AAAAAAAAACg/gdYkv31DJH0/s400/DSCN6659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130749763825537394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Merhaba dear friends !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here everything's quiet. I have had some hard times, as I start to realise that I'm not here for a few weeks, but for a whole year, in a city where I don't get one word of what people say, where I don't know as much persons as in Leuven, Hannut, ... Only a few shopkeepers speak english,luckily they are very friendly. But it's still very tiring to be whole the time in an environment where I don't know the language. Luckily I'll learn fast, as our turkish classes start next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't really work yet. And this week we've done almost nothing. Monday I was in Bursa, Tuesday we went to Bilgi, Wednesday nothing. So Edith and me decided to visit our neighbourhood. It was a beautiful day, lots of sun and  blue blue Bopshorus. On Thursday we had to be at Tog at 11am, and only at 15h30 pm someone came for us. It was our turkish teacher (a Tog volunteer) who wanted to know us. Then we had a short explanation about the finance department.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;Friday Edith and me went to Istanbul Film Festival, at 13h30 and 21h30. We where very luckily to be able to buy some last-minute places for Persepolis, an amazing movie !&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;At 6h we all went to a university whose name I forgot. We met the local Tog group (Busos). They presented their projects to us, really nice things, focused on social responsibility. They have activities about human rights, in which I can participate... but it's in turkish:-( We had the idea to organise an intercultural workshop without words. I would like to present that workshop in all Tog groups in Istanbul, and if it goes well make a kind of tour in Turkey. So we have to create our own projects., Tog doesn't give us concrete work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Today at 14h we have a "sausage party" in Pembe Ev (Pink House), a place created by Tog, where volunteers give english classes and social activities to kids from the neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125885607924754465-6454018582333652999?l=emilievanlaer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/feeds/6454018582333652999/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125885607924754465&amp;postID=6454018582333652999' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/6454018582333652999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/6454018582333652999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/2007/11/2010-une-semaine-trs-calme-very-quiet.html' title='20/10 - Une semaine très calme-Very quiet week'/><author><name>Emilievanlaer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16625331899305869638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.yep2007.eu/yep/About%20us/052B58A4-A374-4DA4-928E-B2E917406E21_files/DSCN5956_cr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQTIfA9kTI/AAAAAAAAACA/w_3fikPjdCs/s72-c/DSCN6604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125885607924754465.post-5807724881880244023</id><published>2007-11-03T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T23:33:51.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mardi-Tuesday 16/10/07</title><content type='html'>Beautiful Bilgi Campus&lt;br /&gt;Le très beau campus de Bilgi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQMVfA9kRI/AAAAAAAAABw/2CJgAwY0imU/s1600-h/DSCN6627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQMVfA9kRI/AAAAAAAAABw/2CJgAwY0imU/s400/DSCN6627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130739438724157714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bonjour bonjour !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tout va très bien ici. Aujourd'hui on a eu une journée très calme au campus de Bilgi University (&lt;a href="http://international.bilgi.edu.tr/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://international.bilgi.edu.tr/&lt;/a&gt;). On y a rencontré des personnes du Youth Studies Unit (ou Youth Center), un centre crée suite à un partenariat entre Tog et l'univ. Ils font pleins de choses intéressants. Chacun d'eux sera le mentor personnel d'un volontaire SVE. On peut choisir de travailler là aussi. Une des employées, Gülesin, est la coordinatrice nationale de la campagne Tous différents Tous égaux (&lt;a href="http://alldifferent-allequal.info/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://alldifferent-allequal.info/&lt;/a&gt;). Elle était formatrice lors de la formation que j'ai fate à antalya, c'était gai de la revoir ! Elle m'a raconté que dans le class où elle venait de donner cours, les étudiants ont des réactions assez nationalistes par ex par rapport à l'immigration. Quand elle leur parle des immgrants en Turquie, ils disent qu'ils sont contre, que ce sont des profiteurs, ... Par contre quand elleleur dit qu'en Europe les gens ont exactement la même opinion par rapport aux immigrants turques, ils disent: "ah non, c'est pas la même chose, nous on est de bons travailleurs, de bons immigrants"... Comme quoi, on n'a pas le monopole de la discrimination et des préjugés !&lt;br /&gt;Je crois que je vais développer ici un projet sur les droits de l'homme ou qqch dans le genre. C"est un endroit très agréable, avec une ambiance détendue, très chic, c'est une univ privée où les étudiants payent +- 7000 euros par an ! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;On a aussi visité le musée qui se trouve sur le campus: la première centrale électrique de la Turquie, et une expo d'art moderne et contemporain. Très beau et très intéressant, mais après 3 h. de visite j'en avais assez! Puis je me suis un peu ennuyée, et on est revenu vers 18h30...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traversée du Bopshore, de Uskudar à Besiktas&lt;br /&gt;Crossing the Bosphorus, from Uskudar to Besiktas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RyzQG5WQFHI/AAAAAAAAABo/U2qOwS8GyEM/s1600-h/DSCN6608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RyzQG5WQFHI/AAAAAAAAABo/U2qOwS8GyEM/s400/DSCN6608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128702892560094322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dans le musée de l'électricité&lt;br /&gt;In the electricity museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RyzPkJWQFGI/AAAAAAAAABg/8mDl6dMRFg0/s1600-h/DSCN6617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RyzPkJWQFGI/AAAAAAAAABg/8mDl6dMRFg0/s320/DSCN6617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128702295559640162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQNDPA9kSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/y8_wRFFFUi4/s1600-h/DSCN6622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQNDPA9kSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/y8_wRFFFUi4/s400/DSCN6622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130740224703172898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Expo/Exhibitoin: Modern and Beyond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello all  !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's great here. Today we had a very quiet day at Bilgi University Campus (&lt;a href="http://international.bilgi.edu.tr/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://international.bilgi.edu.tr/&lt;/a&gt;). We met people from the Youth Studies Unit (or Youth Center), un center créated by a partnership between Tog and the university. They do lots of interesting things. Each of them will be personnel mentor of one EVS volunteer. We can also work there. One of the persons working there, Gülesin, is the national coordinator of the All different All equal Campaign (&lt;a href="http://alldifferent-allequal.info/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://alldifferent-allequal.info/&lt;/a&gt;). I met her at the training I did in Antalya, where she was trainer. It was great to see her again! She told me that in one of the classes where she teaches, students had quite a nationalistic reaction towards immigrants. She talked about immigrants in Turkey. They told her they don't like them, because they are lazy, ... When she told her that in Europe people think the same of turkish immigrants, the students objected: "no, that's not the same, we are good workers, good immigrants, ..." So prejudices and discrimination is not a western monopoly !&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll develop a project about human rights or something like that here.It's a very nice place, with a relaxed atmosphere, very chique. It's a private university, where students pay +- 7000 euros a year !&lt;br /&gt;We also visited the museum that's on the campus: the first electrical central of Turkey, and an exhibition about modern and contemporary art. Very beautiful and interesting, but after 3 h I had enough of it! Then I got a bit bored, and at 18h30 we came back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125885607924754465-5807724881880244023?l=emilievanlaer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/feeds/5807724881880244023/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125885607924754465&amp;postID=5807724881880244023' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/5807724881880244023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/5807724881880244023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/2007/11/mardi-tuesday-161007.html' title='Mardi-Tuesday 16/10/07'/><author><name>Emilievanlaer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16625331899305869638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.yep2007.eu/yep/About%20us/052B58A4-A374-4DA4-928E-B2E917406E21_files/DSCN5956_cr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RzQMVfA9kRI/AAAAAAAAABw/2CJgAwY0imU/s72-c/DSCN6627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125885607924754465.post-371223152450411131</id><published>2007-11-02T03:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T05:03:50.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos - Pictures !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RysR3JWQFFI/AAAAAAAAABY/ruoIsVgloFg/s1600-h/DSCN6636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RysR3JWQFFI/AAAAAAAAABY/ruoIsVgloFg/s320/DSCN6636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128212239791166546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uskudar&lt;br /&gt;View on the Bosphorus, 10 min walking from our appart.&lt;br /&gt;Vue sur le Bopshore, à 10 min à pied de notre appart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RysRYJWQFEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/apZPfVyAn3c/s1600-h/DSCN6581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RysRYJWQFEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/apZPfVyAn3c/s320/DSCN6581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128211707215221826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kadiköy next to Uskudar (Kadiköy, à côté de Uskudar)&lt;br /&gt;Edith, me and Rado, 2 of my 3 co-volunteers&lt;br /&gt;Edith, moi et Rado, 2 de mes 3 co-volontaires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RysQ5pWQFDI/AAAAAAAAABI/bcuGcVpW-Ao/s1600-h/DSCN6578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RysQ5pWQFDI/AAAAAAAAABI/bcuGcVpW-Ao/s320/DSCN6578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128211183229211698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beylerbeyi&lt;br /&gt;Tog Office - Backyard&lt;br /&gt;Bureau de Tog- Côté Jardin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125885607924754465-371223152450411131?l=emilievanlaer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/feeds/371223152450411131/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125885607924754465&amp;postID=371223152450411131' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/371223152450411131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/371223152450411131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/2007/11/photos-pictures.html' title='Photos - Pictures !'/><author><name>Emilievanlaer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16625331899305869638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.yep2007.eu/yep/About%20us/052B58A4-A374-4DA4-928E-B2E917406E21_files/DSCN5956_cr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RysR3JWQFFI/AAAAAAAAABY/ruoIsVgloFg/s72-c/DSCN6636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125885607924754465.post-5675662857027653798</id><published>2007-11-02T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T03:42:16.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14/10/07: Weekend in Bursa (2d part in English:-) )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Salut les  choux !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Un tout petit message: je suıs a Bursa, a 1h30 en bateau de Istanbul,  chez Burcu, une amıe que j'aı rencontree en fevrıer a la formatıon a Antalya.  Une connaıssance hollandaise loge aussi chez elle, et une amie a elle est la  aussı. Hıer on a passe des heures a chercher un tıcket retour pour Istnabul,  pour le bus ou bateua, maıs on n'en n'a trouve que pour lundı aprwes mıdı, tout  le reste etaıt complet a cause du bayram, la fete du ramnadan ou tout le monde  vısıte sa famille... Je suıs trıste de devoır rater ma journee de travaıl a Tog  demaın, maıs bon, tant pıs. Le pıre c'est que j'arrıve pas a joındre Emrah, mon  coordınateur SVE ! J'aı donc dıs a mes co-volontaıres que je rentreraı que  demaın soır au lieu de ce soır...&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Sınon tout va bıen, hıer on a ete faıre des courses, mange un bout et boıre  un verre avec Ebru, Sara et Burcu. Aujourd'huı on visite le centre-ville. Ca  change fort d'Istanbul. Bursa est aussı une grande vılle, maıs en dehors du  centre ıl n'y a quası que des blocs d'appart peınts en orange, vert, blue,  jaune,... avec beaucoup de petıtes allees et de verdure. C'est tellement  calme... Maıs Istnabul avec son anımatıon, ces ponts et ces bateaux me manque  deja, vous vous rendez compte !!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Bon, on y va, on a dormı jusque 11h ... on va en vılle avec Ebru, une fılle adorable, quı va  d'aılleurs en Erasmus a Bxl en janvıer !!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Je vous laisse. J'espere que tous va bıen pouyr vous et que les politıcıens  flamands s'enervent pas trop !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Hello darlings !&lt;br /&gt;A very short message: I'm now in Bursa, 1h30 by boat from Istanbul, at Burcu's house, a friend that I met in  february at a training in Antalya. A dutch friend of hers also stays here, and there's also a turkish friend of her.  Yesterday we tried for hours to find a boat or bus ticket back to Istanbul for me for this afternoon, but the first tickets available are on monday afternoon... Due to bayram, the Ramadan-holiday where everybody visits its family, all places were booked :-( I'm sad to have to miss a day at Tog, but it's life ! The worst is I can't reach Emrah, my EVS coordinator! So I told it to my co-volunteers that I'll be there tomorrow evening instead of tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for that, everything's fine. Yesterday we went shopping, eating and drink coffee with Ebru, Sara and Burcu. Today we'll visit the center. It's very different from Istanbul. Bursa is also a big city, but except for the center, there are mostly appartment blocks, painted in orange, green, blue, yellow, ... with lots of little streets and grass. It's very quiet... But can you believe I already miss Istanbul, it's animation, bridges and boats?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have to go now. Ebru is taking us to the city. She's a lovely girl, who by the way will be in Brussels in february, on Erasmus, at EHSAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're all fine, and that flemish politicians aren't too annoying !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125885607924754465-5675662857027653798?l=emilievanlaer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/feeds/5675662857027653798/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125885607924754465&amp;postID=5675662857027653798' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/5675662857027653798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/5675662857027653798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/2007/11/141007-weekend-in-bursa-2d-part-in.html' title='14/10/07: Weekend in Bursa (2d part in English:-) )'/><author><name>Emilievanlaer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16625331899305869638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.yep2007.eu/yep/About%20us/052B58A4-A374-4DA4-928E-B2E917406E21_files/DSCN5956_cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125885607924754465.post-3457544220792126688</id><published>2007-10-31T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T08:30:23.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Premier mail - First email</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;10 october 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salut les choux !&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;J2aı pas beaucoup de temps, et je connaıs pas bıen ce clavıer turque, maıs tout va SUPER bıen ! Je suıs a Tog, notre organısatıon, et on vıent d'avoır une dure journee d'ıntro (bon,on a commemce a 13h, maıs on vıent seulement de fınır de recevoır toutes les explıcatıons de 5 personnes dıfferentes). Tout le monde est hyper sympa. L'appart est vraıment grand, en face d'un petıt parc. Les 3 autres colocataıres sont sympas, l'autre fılle est genıale, hıer soır on a ete boıre un verre avec 3 turques, 2 de nos accompagnateurs et 1 de nos coach. Donc vous voyez, on est bıen entoures. Ce soır on sort a Taqksım, le centre ou tout se passe, du cote europeen, donc on prend le bateua !&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;On n'a pas encore ınternet a l'appart, parce que Emrah, notre responsable, a oublıe le mot de passe du WIFI... typıaue, je croıs. On n'a pas encore non plus d'eau chaude, et apparemment on en aura seulement apres les conges du ramadan,0 auı commencent demaın et fınıssent lundı !!! Maıs ıl faıt beau, 23 degres aujourdhuı, donc ca va.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;La nourrıture est bonne, delicıeuse meme. Par contre je comprends rıen de  rıen de leur langue...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Demaın on va a la banque ouvrır notre compte turque avec Gızem, la jeune employee de Tog quı s'occupe de nous avec Emrah. Elle est super gentılle, on rıgole beaucoup !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Icı a Tog ıls font pas le ramadan, et tous les mıdıs un traıteur apporte le  dıner...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Enfın, je croıs qu'ıl faut y aller, ıl y a 2 fous sympas quı nous chassent et racontent qu'une homme est mort dans notre salle de baın !!!! Hıhıhıhı&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Gros bız, j'espere aue vous allez bıen . Moı j'adOOOOOOOOOOre ! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Mıllıe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RyiTJ5WQE7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qWtxpjTHMHU/s1600-h/DSCN6577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RyiTJ5WQE7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qWtxpjTHMHU/s320/DSCN6577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127509973983564722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jardin du bureau. Germain, Rado and Edith attendent la prochaine "réunion"&lt;br /&gt;Garden of Tog office. Germain, Rado and Edith waiting for the next "meeting"&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello darlings! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I don't have lots of time, but just to tell everything's GREAT ! I'm at Tog now, we just had a hard intro-day (ok, we started at 1pm, but didn't stop till 5-6pm, and had explanations by 5 different persons). Everybody is very nice. The appartement is very big, in front of a little parc. The 3 other volunteers are nice. Yesterday we went out with 3 turkish persons, 2 of our coordinators and one of our mentors. So you see, we're well accompanied. Tonight we go out in Taksim, on the european side, the beating heart of young Istanbul's night life. We'll take the boat to get there !&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;We don't have internet yet in the appart. And also no hot water... Because of Ramadan Holiday, it 'll be fixed only on Monday!!! But it's nice weather, today 23°, so it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;Food is delicious. here in Tog they don't do Ramadan, and for lunch a professional company brings food every day. Turkish language, that's complicated, I don't understand anything !&lt;/div&gt; Tomorrow we go to open a banc account with Gizem, who's our coordinator now that Emrah passed this task on to her. She's really nice, we laugh a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I have to go. 2 nice crazy persons are chasing us away and tell us that a man died in our bathroom ! Hihihih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses, I hope you're all fine. I lOOOOOOOOOOOOOo &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Mıllıe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125885607924754465-3457544220792126688?l=emilievanlaer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/feeds/3457544220792126688/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125885607924754465&amp;postID=3457544220792126688' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/3457544220792126688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/3457544220792126688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/2007/10/premier-mail-first-email.html' title='Premier mail - First email'/><author><name>Emilievanlaer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16625331899305869638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.yep2007.eu/yep/About%20us/052B58A4-A374-4DA4-928E-B2E917406E21_files/DSCN5956_cr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hRHg8Tr_bm8/RyiTJ5WQE7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qWtxpjTHMHU/s72-c/DSCN6577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125885607924754465.post-6456907853686444972</id><published>2007-10-31T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T07:11:38.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally a blog ! Very useful to tell about my adventures in Istanbul and in other turkish cities. Only 3 weeks here, and already so many things to tell !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First articles of this blog will be copies of mails I sent the first days. And I hope to put lots of pictures !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who forgot (!!!), I'm in Istanbul for one year, as European Volunteer, with EVS programme, European Volunteer Service. I do my volunteership in Tog, a youth organisation that works with volunteer clubs in tens of universities in Turkey. They have +- 14 000 volunteers allover Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "general headquarter" is Yellow House, Tog's main office in Beylerbeyi, Istanbul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll have fun, and I hope to pass over a part of my wonderufl experience to you. Thanks Europe !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125885607924754465-6456907853686444972?l=emilievanlaer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/feeds/6456907853686444972/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125885607924754465&amp;postID=6456907853686444972' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/6456907853686444972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/6456907853686444972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally-blog-very-useful-to-tell-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilievanlaer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16625331899305869638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.yep2007.eu/yep/About%20us/052B58A4-A374-4DA4-928E-B2E917406E21_files/DSCN5956_cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125885607924754465.post-5126143715002353092</id><published>2007-10-31T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T07:14:58.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enfin un blog ! Pour raconter mes aventures à Istanbul et dans les autres villes turques, il me faut bien ça. A peine 3 semaines ici, et déjà tellement de choses à raconter !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les premiers articles de ce blog seront des copies des mails que j'ai envoyés à ma famille et amis les premiers jours. Puis j'en rajouterai petit à petit. Avec, je l'espère, qqs-unes des innombrables photos que j'ai déjà prises !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour rappel aux ignorants, je suis à istanbul pour un an, en tant que Volontaire Européenne dans le cadre du SVE, Service Volontaire Européen. Je fais mon volontariat à Tog, une organisation de jeunesse travaillant avec des groupes de volontaires dans plusieurs dizaines d'unifs dans toute la Turquie. En tout, ils ont 14 000 volontaires +-.&lt;br /&gt;Il y a 3 autres volontaires SVE à Tog, arrivés en même temps que moi. Germain, de France, Edith, de Hongrie, et Rado, de Slovénie. On séjourne dans le même appart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma base de départ est Yellow House, le bureau central, à Beylerbeyi, Istanbul. Je décrirais mon travail au fil des jours, semaines, mois, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amusez vous bien, j'espère vous transmettre une part de mon aventure merveilleuse. Merci l'Europe !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3125885607924754465-5126143715002353092?l=emilievanlaer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/feeds/5126143715002353092/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3125885607924754465&amp;postID=5126143715002353092' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/5126143715002353092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3125885607924754465/posts/default/5126143715002353092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilievanlaer.blogspot.com/2007/10/enfin-un-blog-pour-raconter-mes.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilievanlaer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16625331899305869638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.yep2007.eu/yep/About%20us/052B58A4-A374-4DA4-928E-B2E917406E21_files/DSCN5956_cr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
