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OOOralbek Otegulovjohnfkennedy · 29 Kas 2015Oku

America was created for everyone and it is full of fun. You can live there as you want. Of course under the American laws. You have the rights and duties. If you are under 21, you can’t drink alcohol. It’s prohibited by Federal law. During my trip in America I found a lot of friends from different countries of the world. Most of my friends are from Bulgaria, Ukraine, Moldova, Romania and Turkey etc. We are still keeping in touch. Some of them invited me to see their countries. And I decided to write something about them. The first person who I met in Rehoboth Beach was Mirela Balan – helpful Balkan girl. She is very friendly, intelligent, attractive, beautiful and clever. She is from Romania and she has been living in America for some years. When I was working in Corner Grille as kitchen assistant, she also worked there as waitress. She is really nice person and true friend. I dream to see her again and I believe that my dream will come true in one day… Rehoboth Beach is full of students from all over the world. We meet most of them on the street, on buses, in churches. The next friends I met were Monika Mageranova and Didi Ilieva from Bulgaria. We met while we were going to the Walmart supermarket. Monika helped me choose a phone. Before that, I walked around for 3-4 days without a phone. Yes, walking without a phone is not an easy task. At this moment, I realized that our lives are completely tied to mobile phones. When we are in our country, if something happens, we immediately run to the phone. Following this habit, I also reached for the phone in my pocket, took it in my hand, and only after looking at the screen did I realize that it couldn't help me here. Only then did I wake up. Even though there were people all around, I felt lonely. I really had no one there. I didn't even have a phone with Wi-Fi to access the internet. Others at least had these phones. But I had nothing at all. The French language, which I had been struggling to learn for years, was of no use. My only weapon in my hand was the English language. From this moment on, I realized that it is a very powerful weapon. Only when I mastered this weapon freely did my life improve. Yes, English is truly the most powerful weapon in the world. If every Kazakh child masters this weapon perfectly, no enemy can defeat us. I met many people in America. It is impossible to write about all of them individually. I will only briefly touch upon the most noteworthy ones. One of the people who left a special impression on me was a Kosovar girl, Arjeta Zabeli. I met her on August 20, 2014, when I went to the state of Pennsylvania. - Hi! - Hi! - What’s your name? - Arjeta. - Oralbek. - Nice to meet you! - Nice to meet you too! Where are you from? - Kosova. - Kosova? Oh, really? - Yes… Do you know Kosova? - Yes, I know Kosova. - Where is it? - It’s in Balkan Peninsula. Between Serbia, Albania, Montenegro and Macedonia. She was wondered and said: “You are the first person who knows Kosova. Nobody knows Kosova here”. - I know. It’s new country… That’s why most of people don’t know about it. - How do you know Kosova? - I like politics. I know your President Ibrahim …(I couldn’t remember his last name) - Ibrahim? Our President is woman…. - I know. Your first President… Who was his last name…? - Do you mean Ibrahim Rugova? - Yes! Ibrahim Rugova. He was very nice person… She was very surprised when she found out that I also knew about Ibrahim Rugova. Because even about Kazakhstan, which gained independence in 1991, many people in America do not know much, let alone Kosova, which gained independence only in 2008. If they know, they only know from movies. Yes, Ibrahim Rugova was indeed a good person. But he did not live to see his country gain independence. He passed away 2 years before independence, in 2006, at the age of 61. I never thought I would meet people from a small country located on the Balkan Peninsula in America. I met such a pure creation of nature for the first time in

EKEkaterina Kudriavtsevakate_rina-93 · 23 Kas 2015Oku

On the way to my workplace, I had time to dream and reflect on what awaited me next. Fortunately, I had already met three Russian students who, just like me, were headed to a cozy, quiet town on the Atlantic coast in Virginia – Virginia Beach. I will say right away that before leaving, I heard many not-so-pleasant reviews saying it was a very boring place. Let me debunk that myth! It can only be boring where there is no desire to seek adventure and make fun, interesting acquaintances! Yes, Virginia Beach is not Miami with all its gloss, expensive bars and restaurants, beautiful beaches, and pretentious energy. It is a quiet and cozy town that has its own atmosphere and its own "gloss," as well as, in my opinion, a sufficient number of entertainment options for every taste. And yet, the main thing is not the presence of bars or nightclubs in the city, but your environment! The greatest happiness I experienced while in America comes down to spending time with the people who surrounded me. Dozens of students from different countries who arrived through the Work and Travel USA program, Americans, as well as Russian-speaking guys who have been living in America for a long time, friends of friends, acquaintances of friends of friends, etc. – it's like you end up in a reality show where everyone knows each other, where everything reigns: from love and friendship, joy and fun to tears and partings. Therefore, first and foremost, a trip to the USA through this program is a good "school of life"! Of course, one should not forget that the Work and Travel USA program is, first and foremost, an international cultural exchange program! In addition to interacting with Americans, I met amazing people from countries such as Ukraine, Moldova, Turkey, Kosovo, Romania, Montenegro, Kazakhstan, Turkmenistan, the Czech Republic, and Belarus. I became convinced that, no matter how banal it may sound, it really does not matter that we spoke different languages. Despite cultural characteristics, the mentality of each country, religion, and so on, we all felt like a single whole. Young, open to everything new, friendly, we shared stories about the traditions of our countries with each other, learned to speak and understand certain phrases in another language. It is pleasant for me to realize that I became part of the cultural exchange process, that I not only learned a lot about other nationalities but also contributed to others' knowledge of Mother Russia.

TZTatiana Zubarevatatyana.zubareva.0807 · 1 Şub 2015Oku

Myrtle Beach is a small J-1 state on the oceanfront, a cute resort town with a bunch of hotels, bars, restaurants, amusement parks, and other entertainment) A ton of seasonal workers come for the summer from everywhere: Russia, Moldova, Ukraine, Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan, Turkey, Ireland, Poland... If you want to improve your language skills, Myrtle is not for you, but if you want to party hard with students just like you, it's exactly what you need! Gradually, I stopped being surprised when clubs played "Tanets Loktey," "Mama-Lyuba," and other Russian hits. Americans come to such parties exclusively to meet Russian beauties! So, girls, who knows – maybe you'll find your happiness right there, in America, in sunny Myrtle or somewhere else) Personally, American guys showered me with compliments, texts, dinner invitations, one even proposed marriage) Of course, you shouldn't believe everyone, they are quite the talkers) I had just turned 20 in America, and the law that you can only drink alcohol from the age of 21 gave the summer a peculiar twist) At the entrance to nightclubs, visitors show their IDs and get red bracelets marked "over 21" or green ones saying "under 21"; in some clubs, they even draw a big cross on the back of your hand with a marker) Well, would I really not use Russian ingenuity if I wanted to have a drink for the mood? Crosses wash off easily, and in my bag, I had a red bracelet carefully removed from the wrist of one of my 21-year-old friends last time – that's it! We put it on, drink up, and party on)) Although, when the police showed up at our student party where everyone was drinking, it got a bit uneasy – many weren't 21 and nobody wanted trouble! Fortunately, everything worked out) After Kolya left, I moved from a hotel with an ocean view to a typical messy student apartment in a black neighborhood with mattresses on the floor) A sharp return from heaven to earth, so to speak! But that's not so important: I was morally crushed by the breakup with Kolya, cried for two days, spent hours on the phone! I would never have thought that in two weeks you could get so used to each other! And one day he really cheered me up by sending flowers through a delivery service, it was very nice) Again, I had to set up my J-1 life: I carried clothes to the laundromat, quite cheap - 2 dollars to wash and dry everything, I went to Walmart for groceries! Walmart is a separate topic! They have everything here: food, SIM cards, appliances, shoes, clothes, greeting cards, stationery, endless rows of mysterious boxes, 5-liter jugs of milk! It's cheaper to buy everything in bulk - Americans stock up for the whole week! I love healthy food, I spent quite a bit of money on fruits and vegetables, but thanks to this, I didn't gain weight) For all three months, I never ate a single American hamburger, I only allowed myself ice cream at work) I walked to and from work for 20 minutes, and someone would always offer me a ride) Now I realize that I didn't have much sense in my head if I often got into cars with strangers! But my Uzbek neighbors, fans of cool cars, were stunned: "The day before yesterday you arrived in a Chevrolet Camaro, yesterday in a Cadillac Escalade, today in a Dodge Challenger! What will surprise us tomorrow? I envy you girls, I wish someone would give me a ride in a car like that!". All white Americans said that I lived in a terribly dangerous place! But I never returned home before midnight and no one ever hurt me! I guess I was lucky) The fact that I had to get used to conditions I had never experienced before was brightened up by my new neighbors) I was lucky with them again) They were 2 girls from Nizhny Novgorod and 4 guys from Uzbekistan, of whom only one was Uzbek, and the other three were by origin – Chinese, Korean, and half-Chinese, half-Korean) I couldn't imagine that in one house there could live boys so obsessed with cleaning and cleanliness in the house, and girls completely indifferent to it! I took the

VKViktoria Khrapovaviktoriya.hrapova.94 · 31 Oca 2015Oku

These double 24 hours (we flew out of Russia and arrived in America at almost the same time on the same day) were intense and super-duper cool! On the morning of June 6th, we took a "Peter Pan" bus to our future place of residence: the state of Massachusetts, the Cape Cod peninsula, the city of Hyannis. We rode and rode and finally arrived at some bus station. With great difficulty, we dragged our suitcases to our modest dwelling. The place was empty, and the doors were open... hmmmm, we walked in awkwardly... such silence! We shouted, "Is anyone home???" (again, scenes from a movie came to mind) and heard a sound, yeah, someone was coming down from the second floor. I'm remembering it now, and it's sooooo funny ^_^ Five scared girls standing in the living room of a house, possibly not even the one we were looking for, and we walked in calmly without asking anyone (the open doors were practically saying "come on in"). Anyway, we were standing there listening to footsteps, and suddenly a Latino guy jumped out from around the corner, so cheerful and smiling, we all flinched and our mouths dropped open. We were expecting an American named John, but it turned out to be a Latino guy named Jose. But we were at the right address, we found that out later. John is the owner of the house, but he doesn't live there himself. And Jose is one of the permanent residents of this house. He is from the Dominican Republic. There was also a Mexican guy named Kevin (they took American names, yes), our beloved Felix, also from the Dominican Republic, and an American named Brian (looks like a little Pushkin). And so, as a friendly family, we lived for two weeks, then a group of girls from Moldova arrived (slightly Russian-speaking) and another group of girls from Romania. And that's when the real madness started)) in a good way! A house full of people every evening after work. Our friends, their friends – and just parties every day! * Cape Cod is a tourist peninsula with numerous huge sandy beaches. People from Boston and nearby cities and even states come here to relax on weekends, just to take a break from the hustle and bustle, the cramped skyscrapers. In the center of the peninsula, specifically in the city of Hyannis, there are many souvenir shops with shark teeth =) hoodies and t-shirts as souvenirs. There is also a large Cape Cod mall, where you can go to the movies, eat, get clothes, and buy groceries. * We started working a week later; we had to fill out all sorts of papers, get our SSC, and do other chores. Most "vacancies" in the food industry are in fast-food restaurants. We worked in one of those - the Dunkin’ Donuts coffee chain. Our favorite cafe was in another city, yes-yes)) in West Barnstable. Initially, we were supposed to buy bicycles and do a daily run to work, and if we had the strength – back) But we had a wonderful, simply gorgeous manager – Hafsa. She is from Pakistan. And judging by her size, she has been working at the cafe for quite a long time and loves her job very much. She herself expressed a desire to drive us like a pack of sardines... from home to work, and back home, right up to our fence. But with a condition!!! On the condition that our work schedule would start at 5 AM. Heeeeeee! Yes, but we were already waking up at 4-5 AM, not having managed to fully adapt. We agreed. Here is some coffee and donuts from Dunkin' Donuts for you (most Americans prefer very sweet iced coffee with many flavors). And here are two more donuts xD (me and my traveling frog and Azerbaijani friend - Aisha, all in one person). * I adored my job. I told you I'm a coffee addict, and the coffee there... aaaaah. And the donuts?! Simply divine. But not everything was like a fairy tale; I did runs through the streets of Hyannis every day and continued to fight the donuts after the run, but already at home, on the floor. And you know, it helped. Only about +2 kg in America! That's gorgeous! Girls and boys, don't relax. Eat and run=) * O

СМСергей Мигинmigin94 · 19 Ara 2014Oku

From East to West. Once I decided to attend a conference on student recruitment for the Work and Travel program, I realized that very same day that this trip would radically change my life and me as well. You know, that is exactly how it turned out! For the first time in my life, I crossed the Atlantic Ocean. And I remember the turbulence zone near Greenland... Oooooh, how I sweated during those minutes) Twice I was left alone on the platform and thought: "Should I just leave and go wherever my eyes take me?!" And at that moment, for some reason, I kept remembering the words of my father, who said that if I stayed, he would come for me and take me back anyway... Hmm, I guess that's why I didn't stay after all) Three times I visited New York, and, yeeees, this city never left me indifferent! Four times I flew on a plane, and twice I crossed the states from East to West and back. Five times I almost played roulette in Las Vegas with my last money) Six times I swam in the ocean all summer, am I an idiot for doing it so little? Seven times I fell off my bike until I learned to ride without hands. Eight times throughout the summer I returned home from a party in the morning, but upon waking up, I didn't remember how. Nine. That's how many miles I walked on deserted roads with the help of GPS. Ask why? I was looking for the port where the ferry to New Jersey departs. And finally, I visited ten states all summer, and honestly, for a person who was in the USA for the first time, I consider it a success. I'll start, perhaps, with how I arrived in New York after a 16-hour flight from Astana via Moscow. It is impossible to describe in a couple of sentences the feeling when I walked down the ramp, meeting people with signs, just like in the movies. I was so overwhelmed with emotions that I completely forgot my English... After fifteen minutes of being in my best emotions, I even forgot that I hadn't slept for almost 26 hours since the moment I got into the car and went with my parents from my native Ekibastuz to Astana, full of hopes and plans, especially the anticipation of seeing what I could only dream of a year ago while sitting at another conference meeting about participating in the program. Continuing to look at the signs with names, I realized that I didn't see my name, just as I didn't see the name of the organization that was supposed to meet me and take me to the city where I would have to start working: Ocean City, Maryland. And here I slowly begin to return to reality and realize that it is already 3:30 PM, and I have to be at work tomorrow at 12:00 sharp! And it takes at least 7 hours by bus. And that's when panic started to set in! Along with this, I tried to remember reasonable English sentences to explain at the information desk that I needed a phone for an urgent call, to which a pleasant woman in a blue-and-white suit replied to me more than once with such a French accent: "Do you happen to speak French, guy?" Realizing that I definitely wouldn't get to Ocean City like this, I started asking people who were sitting and possibly waiting for their flight. I was actually very amazed by the kindness of Americans; every person I asked something helped me one way or another. After numerous calls from various numbers to the organization that was supposed to meet me, I finally found a way out. To be specific, they redirected me to another terminal, to other people who also arrived from different countries like me, waiting for instructions and a minibus. After a half-hour wait with my new "waiting friends," a man named Damian arrived. I even thought: "A strange name for an American." And he turned out to be Romanian. He directed us to a minibus, and my new friends from Turkey, Romania, Moldova, Hungary, and, I think, Serbia, with whom we exchanged a couple of sentences, were already sitting and falling asleep in the minibus in anticipation that we would soon be there, in a new home, and with new people... After waking up 7 hours