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A Journal of Writings - SABES

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May 23, 2003<br />

I tried to gather friends and neighbors to make a donation for people who couldn’t return<br />

back to their homes because it was dangerous. We collected money, clothes, blankets,<br />

foods and medicines<br />

Now it’s been five years since the earthquake, I wish that we could prevent these natural<br />

disasters.<br />

North Shore Community Action Program<br />

TRAVEL FROM TURKEY TO KOSOVO NALAN AFACAN<br />

Nalan Afacan<br />

I had to go to Kosovo because my husband was working there. I took my vacation time<br />

from my job and then I got on the airplane with my son.<br />

This was my first experience riding on an airplane and also for my son. It made me very<br />

nervous because I didn’t know how the plane was hanging up in the air But this was not<br />

the hardest part. The hardest part was that I felt I should hide my fears from my son since<br />

he was nervous too. I told him many stories to make him feel better.<br />

The airplane landed at the airport and the hostess allowed us to go out <strong>of</strong> the plane. I was<br />

shocked by many uniformed people coming toward me. They looked so serious. They<br />

were taller, stronger and bigger than average people. I thought that they were war soldiers.<br />

Actually, they were police <strong>of</strong>ficers from many different countries working for the UN.<br />

They were all wearing different colors <strong>of</strong> uniforms.<br />

I remember thinking that I wished nobody’s country was at war; because then you need<br />

protection from people other than your own. My son started to cry. I thought he was<br />

afraid, too. We went into a very small airport and he was still crying when we got inside.<br />

A Turkish police <strong>of</strong>ficer approached us. He asked my son, “Why are you crying?” He<br />

answered, “I want to go back to the airplane. I like airplanes.” That was why.<br />

My son and I were both upset that day, but we had different reasons. But after that, we had<br />

some good memories <strong>of</strong> staying in Kosovo.<br />

Methuen Adult Learning Center<br />

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