Mye jobb og lite skriving for tiden, men jeg kan dele et nytt kapittel fra forrige NIF-rapport med dere. Dere som har bodd et år med en vertsfamilie har kanskje kjent på de samme følelsene:
“Are you leaving?”.
Musonda had snuck up on me while I was packing my bags, and now he was standing in the doorway of my bedroom. His face did not give it away, but I could tell by the sound of his voice – the sound your voice gets when you are holding back tears – that he was sad. And all of a sudden, so was I.
Musonda and I sat down at my desk, and I explained to him that I was just going home to Norway for Christmas, and that I would be back in a couple of weeks.
“OK”, he said, but I could tell that he was still far from OK.
We sat in silence for a while, and after a couple of minutes that felt like an eternity, I understood that the reason for our sadness was that we both all of a sudden had realized that my stay with the Simusuka-family is a temporary one. We sat in silence for a few more moments that felt like eternities, then we exchanged our goodbyes and merry Christmases, and as I got into the car, I already began to dread our goodbyes in June.
“Are you leaving?”.
Musonda had snuck up on me while I was packing my bags, and now he was standing in the doorway of my bedroom. His face did not give it away, but I could tell by the sound of his voice – the sound your voice gets when you are holding back tears – that he was sad. And all of a sudden, so was I.
Musonda and I sat down at my desk, and I explained to him that I was just going home to Norway for Christmas, and that I would be back in a couple of weeks.
“OK”, he said, but I could tell that he was still far from OK.
We sat in silence for a while, and after a couple of minutes that felt like an eternity, I understood that the reason for our sadness was that we both all of a sudden had realized that my stay with the Simusuka-family is a temporary one. We sat in silence for a few more moments that felt like eternities, then we exchanged our goodbyes and merry Christmases, and as I got into the car, I already began to dread our goodbyes in June.
Før jul fikk familien min møte vertsfamilien min. |