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KAKamshat Amangeldiyevaamangeldiyevak · 3 Ara 2019Oku

I think the summer of 2019 will forever remain in my heart. In such a short time, it gave me friends from over 15 countries. Now I have friends from Spain, Jordan, Taiwan, Russia, Slovakia, Latvia, etc. The summer is over, but our connection is not. Proof of this is our constant chats, and I even visited one of them. A boy from Thailand introduced me to his culture and fed me delicious, traditional food. And that's how I realized that the Work and Travel USA program for me isn't even about work and travel, but about people and communication. Thanks to these acquaintances and friendships, my social circle has expanded, and my list of countries I want to visit now includes not just the countries themselves, but specific cities where my friends are. When I used to think that all people are different, I couldn't even imagine how much. Thanks to America and this program, I have a thirst for travel. I have become more uninhibited in my dreams; now I am not even afraid to set big goals, because I believe with all my heart that they will definitely come true. As the great Paulo Coelho said: "When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it." And with this, I just want to say thank you. These three months of summer changed my worldview and gave me a huge lesson that I will use for the rest of my life.

YKYelyzaveta Komarovalizakom99 · 16 Ara 2018Oku

I thought for a long time about how to start writing, because it's already mid-December, and the emotions still haven't faded. I want to tell you about my incredible and, perhaps, the brightest summer of my 19 years. So, my name is Liza and, as I already wrote, I am 19. The starting point of my story is how I decided to participate in the program. I believe in fate. And this story is my vivid example that somewhere, far away in the sky, everything is already predetermined. I decided to participate very quickly, as I wanted to go while still in my first year of university, but there was one "but" - the lack of company. And I was very afraid to go alone, because I thought it would be incredibly difficult. Later, I reconsidered this point of view and became convinced that it is not scary at all, and difficulties only make you stronger. So, I started looking for company and I found it. These were 2 of my classmates. Together we found out everything, together we attended orientations, together we prepared, dreamed, and worried. And then that long-awaited day at the embassy arrived. And here I was convinced once again of what fate means. I was the only one who got a visa, and what I was running away from (going to the States alone), I got. At the final orientation, I met the guys with whom we were supposed to spend the summer together, we exchanged contacts and looked forward to May 15th. It wasn't so scary anymore, however, the unknown was still frightening. The last days before the flight, I played scenarios in my head, worried insanely that everything would be bad, knowing that it wasn't so. After all, program participants are always happy! But, to be honest, the last night before the flight, a wild nervousness started and thoughts: "Why did I even apply?". After all, I was flying alone, I had to change 3 flights before ending up in America. But, after passing the check-in counter, confidence and a desire to fly across the ocean as soon as possible appeared. I arrived, met the girls, and we continued our journey, but I was no longer alone. I chose a place very, very far from what we called "civilization". But I could not even imagine how special and dear this city would become. So, North Carolina, the city of Avon. Arriving there, we were a little shocked. After all, the infrastructure is not developed, no car - no way to get to other cities and, essentially, to the mainland. There are no shops, and there are not many American youth either. We asked the guys who were coming to Avon for the second or third year with surprise: "Why?!". And at the beginning of June, everyone got the answer. At the beginning of the summer, students from all over the world arrived in Avon (Turkey, Philippines, Thailand, Dominican Republic, Taiwan, Colombia, Poland, Romania, Macedonia, Russia, and many, many other nationalities and countries) and this small town was half composed of students. Parties began, gatherings at each other's houses, bonfires with marshmallows under the sound of ocean waves. I don't remember a single day being like the previous one. And the burning question: "When and how to travel?" solved itself. We asked for time off from work for the last 10 days and managed to see everything we wanted. If you are still tormented by uncertainty and the question: "Is it worth it"? Here is an example of my ordinary summer day in America. I described it as soon as I returned home. I will note one point in advance: we lived in houses by country. Therefore, in our house, which had 2 rooms, a kitchen leading into a living room, and a terrace, lived 5 girls from Ukraine and one from Russia. … "11 days since I've been home. Emotions are slowly being drowned out by the hustle and bustle of Kyiv weekdays. How much this summer has changed me, how much it has shown, proven, and taught me. Avon. A place where in the first days I didn't want to be, as much as I didn't want to leave it. How many times have I said "for the first time" here. Perhaps more th

LKLyudmila Kovalevamila_kovaleva · 15 Eki 2011Oku

With all my respect and love for Americans, I could never understand what they are taught in school... okay, maybe they don't know where Kazakhstan is, but have they really never even heard of the existence of such a country? Very often, clients and just people on the street would ask where we were from, and our dialogue always looked something like this: -Where are you "from", guys? -Oh, we are from Kazakhstan! -What? Kazakistan? -No, no, Kazakhstan! -Kazakistan? (complete bewilderment in their eyes) -It’s near Russia! -Oh, Russia! I know! -But we are from Kazakhstan…It is another country near Russia. -?! (again, complete bewilderment) -Ok, Russia…We are from Russia!)))) Or some people would immediately recall the painful-to-all-of-us movie "Borat" and try to see something of him in us... And so, we had to explain to them that the whole movie is just a bad joke and in reality, our country is just as normal as America... and our people are normal... and sheep don't run around the house! It's annoying, damn it! Most of all, I liked meeting students just like us... On the very first day of our stay in Cody, we met a girl from Kyrgyzstan, Nazgul. It was from her that we learned that there were a bunch of students in town from Jamaica, Ukraine, Romania, Taiwan, Turkey, and so on... It was very nice to talk to someone else who knew Russian. Then we met her friend Nargiza, girls from Romania, a guy from Georgia, Serbia, guys from Turkey (well, more on that later). We worked together with guys from Macedonia and Bulgaria. Hearing them speak for the first time, it seemed to me that it was some kind of Tajik language) But in reality, it turned out that our languages were actually quite similar. The Macedonians and Bulgarians themselves communicated with each other not in English, but in a mixed Macedonian-Bulgarian. But despite the similarity of many words in our languages, neither we understood them, nor did they understand what we were chatting about... Although, having learned that our languages were somewhat similar, Aseka and I became more careful and didn't talk about certain personal topics in front of them) But in general, it was cool to walk down the street, calmly chat loudly about all sorts of nonsense, and be sure that no one would understand you anyway)

LKLyudmila Kovalevamila_kovaleva · 15 Eki 2011Oku

Honestly, until we actually arrived in Cody, I didn't realize the full risk and the potentially unpleasant consequences of our desperate decision to go 'nowhere'... in essence, we had no idea where we were going, what would happen to us, or if we would be able to find work and housing... and it became even more unsettling when we realized that if things didn't work out in Cody, we couldn't go back to New York for one simple reason—no money, since we had already spent quite a bit on tickets, hotels, etc. On one hand, I liked it, because I had long dreamed of an independent life, far from my parents... it's an unreal, thrilling feeling when you suddenly find yourself in a completely different reality and realize that no one can help you but yourself, and you have to solve all your problems on your own! I'm such a strange person... I love challenges and problems—life would be so boring without them!) But on the other hand, I was truly scared, and I think I can be understood... 03.07.2011 Well, in short, Aselya and I got up around 7 AM, fully determined to find both work and housing in one day, since we only had enough money for a hotel for 4-5 days, and after that, we would have to wander the streets. It was both silly and heavy to walk around with our luggage, so we asked the hosts to keep it until the evening and set off in search of work. We went everywhere: from fancy hotels and restaurants to small shops and cafes... most often we had to hear: 'Sorry, but we have enough workers' or 'No, we aren't hiring anyone right now, maybe later, so fill out an application'... oh, these applications—I became an expert at filling them out this summer) By the way, an important tip: always ask for the manager and talk directly to them, because they don't often read job applications; they just don't have time for it... Oh, and when you ask to see the manager, it's better to say exactly why you need them, otherwise you won't see them at all, even if they are right there... Many employees immediately made wide, frightened eyes after we said we wanted to talk to their manager (it was clear they were afraid we were dissatisfied customers wanting to complain). It was incredibly hot outside, and meanwhile, we kept hearing rejection after rejection... I was already starting to get really nervous, but I tried not to show it to Aselya, as I was afraid she might just give up... and for us, the most important thing at that time was to believe in ourselves and our strength... After walking about 3 miles, we ended up in the city center and stumbled upon a hotel... Upon entering, we were met by two nice girls who asked what we needed. When we said we were looking for work, they started asking us where we were from and how we ended up in Cody. I won't exaggerate, but they were genuinely shocked by us and puzzled as to how one could decide on such a thing: coming to a completely foreign country, riding a bus for 3 whole days to an unknown city where there is no work, no housing, and not even any acquaintances... and arriving in the middle of summer, when almost all students have 2-3 jobs, and you don't even have your first one yet) 'You are so brave, girls'—they said, although I'm sure that in truth they thought we were crazy and stupid, because that's exactly how I felt at that moment). Actually, we were incredibly lucky that in this hotel, 2 days before our arrival, they had fired two Turks, either because they worked poorly or because they didn't know English very well. At the moment when Christi (the owner of this hotel) said that in principle she needed workers and she would call us, we didn't really believe that we had finally found work, as we were afraid to rejoice too soon... and there wasn't much to rejoice about anyway—we still had nowhere to live... Our employer said that, unfortunately, she couldn't help us yet, as the housing was filled with her other workers and 2 spots would only open up after July 21st, when the girls from Taiwan would leav