After very loving and painful goodbye at Frankfurt airport, my flight began on 29 August 2009 at 15.10 clock in the direction of Cairo, where I had a three-hour stay and from there we went on to Dar Es Salaam. Clock at 5:15 I landed, but I was picked up before 8 clock by a teacher and the school bus driver. They took me to the family in which I am now housed for the next few weeks for now. On the streets of Dar Es Salaam, I can not get out of the shows. The new culture had me under its spell, the people, the streets, the houses (more like cabins, slams like that). At the beginning we took the small school bus briefly on a paved road, but to come to the family, we went over CROSSIG, hilly, sandy bumpy, which I would normally deal only with the cross bike. Very few roads here are paved and level. I arrived in Africa and the first day in Tanzania had begun. The family took me on quite the same welcome to all my names were very much Welcome words "Welcome" and "feel at home". My room and my bed I share me with the 25-year-old son George, he studied in northern Tanzania near Mount Kilimanjaro in Moschi, holiday and just for this time at home. Since the first day, he cares very good care of me and helps me a lot with the situation they get right. When he called me by our district led Tabata, where there is not a paved road, I watched almost all people. I felt the first time like an attraction, especially among children. They ran, laughing and looking around me and shouted "Mzungu" which means white person in Swahili. In the family in the can I am staying there are 5 children all of which are adopted as Edith (my host mother) do not bear children. Life here is not to compare with our European. The house where I live now is very small, has three bedrooms, living room with kitchen, which is already higher standard of living. The cooking is done outside the house. The toilet is also the shower is not in the house. In front of the house is a small Einraumhäuschen if you can call it that, where there is a hole in the ground, like a French toilet. Instead of toilet paper, water is used, with which you also wash - running water and showers are not. You eat with your hands or rather with the right hand, as it ended with his left hand on the toilet his business. However, there are also spoon, which you may use. In the beginning it was very hard to know the new customs and zulernen they cope. I still need some time to settle, but it's very fun to discover this new way of life and are going to really live. I notice that it goes forward.
The next day my first day began in the Hekima Waldorf School. At the beginning I have the things and given a detailed letter of my predecessor, by whom I was acquainted with my new tasks. To start this came before me very much, but if you understand it very quickly incorporating the what is at stake. In addition, I am not alone, the next day was Albert. Albert is another volunteer from Germany, I was allowed to meet at the training seminar. Together we have moved forward faster directly. We have the main responsibility for the orphanage project of the school, which I will come another time to talk to even more accurate. There are more of our areas of responsibility to manage the school library, add tutoring and computer classes and help with the gardening. Albert and I were also other proposals, such as music lessons, sports lessons and crafts that we could bring to the school. This enjoyed Edward and Casmir, school administrators much. Thursday I had my first teacher conference, which will be every Thursday. Albert and I have been here once before all the teachers and nursery trays, also participated, are presented. Friday has begun then the first weekend. Together with my host parents and two friends we are at sea, the Indian Ocean, driven and have eaten very tasty fresh fish. Fine white sand, self-built wooden fishing boats and a fresh sea breeze.
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