My name is Asiye. I am 26 years old and I am from İstanbul, Turkey. I graduated from Tourism and Hotel Management in Muğla. I am an EVS volunteer in Targu Secuisesc, Covasna since 1st of June and I’’ll be here for a year.
Someone says it takes 21 days to get used to something. There are those who argue and argue that it takes at least two months. What happens to a person who has lived eleven months in another country in a virtually unchanged environment? After 11 months of work as a teacher in Vorkuta, I still communicate with some colleagues, with many students and their parents, and just with people with whom I managed to make friends. I am very used to and still miss the time, people and place.
Tomorrow, first of April, I will complete my eight month here like a volunteer. This eight months have been so intens and really fast. I remember when I arrived here and I saw again Carmencita and I could meet Zsófi, the last volunteer who let Romania in August, few days after my arrive.
I could meet so nice persons during this time and I have made so much friends here that I hope I will keep the contact with them when I will arrive to Spain. I have so nice moments with me during this season and I will remember it during so much time.
There is exactly a month before my return home. I am a soldier in the army, which is waiting for the demobilization. And to be honest, no, I'm not waiting for the return. I ask myself, "do I miss?", and increasingly the answer is - "no."
Again we change the hour, again spring, again the days are longest, again we see the people in the streets, the kids, the crows in the park...all is taking colour again. But...what's the sad side of this? I arrived last spring, then it's mean that my project it's almost over, my period here is ending and this is the sad side by thousand reasons. The strongest reason are my friends, they are already part of my family, they are the reason why I decided to continue, they push me all the time to continue, they saved me.