A Ladakhi mother feels shy in front of the lens while her daughter experiments with echoes in a disconnected water pipe. Photo by Caleb Brooks.
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Digital 2019 Issue of The Dragons Journal

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03/06/19

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If you did not get your 2019 issue of The Dragons Journal in the mail, we’ve got a digital version for you!

The Dragons Journal

Community I Stories I Perspectives

The Dragons Journal is a compilation of stories and images that reflect the perspectives, ideas, and experiences of our participants, educators, and international colleagues and communities. It’s a publication of Where There Be Dragons, an experiential education organization dedicated to nurturing meaningful intercultural relationships through immersive travel.

Excerpts are below, or feel free to jump fully in….

Page Six | 6 |
 SENEGAL
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Princeton Bridge Year: I’m (not) Writing About My Family
BY FERNANDA ROMO, STUDENT
“Mungi dox literally translates to, ‘it walks.’ In conversation, however, one might use it to mean “it’s going,” “it’s fine,” or “it works. When I set out to write this piece, with the prompt of mungi dox in mind, I immediately thought about my family. After all, I’m living in a homestay with a total of nineteen people (I think), including three married couples and twelve kids of various ages. This is naturally bound to be a bit chaotic and might seem like a headache for people more habituated to smaller “nuclear family” living arrangements. For this reason, writing about how my household functions, how everyone pitches in, and how living in these big families actually works was sure to be a crowd pleaser. Wouldn’t everyone love to hear the conclusions I’d drawn about African family structures from my experience living with the Mbayes? Regrettably, as appealing as that piece might sound, I’m not writing it. Mainly, because I can’t. The more I’ve thought about it, the more I’ve realized that the chances of me being able to provide a fair analysis of this family’s dynamics are about as high as those of snowfall in Dakar.”
Page Seven | 7 |
 GLOBAL
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Dealing with Being a Privileged Foreigner
BY DANIELA PAPI-THORNTON & CLAIRE BENNETT,
INSTRUCTORS
“Volunteers must avoid assuming that a stint as a volunteer learning from and supporting the communities in which they work enables them to truly understand the challenges faced by people in those communities. You may be able to gain awareness, get angry about the root causes of poverty, and cultivate empathy, but that umbilical cord, which acts as a safety net, means you will not be able to experience the effects of such problems in the same way. Andrea Foster, who volunteered in Guyana says, “Our economic background makes it hard for us to understand the degree of financial struggle most people in developing nations endure. Volunteers eventually come to realize how fortunate we are and usually how spoiled we are.” The most important advice we have about the umbilical cord of privilege is to be aware it exists and realize others can see it, even when you cannot.”
Page Twenty | 20 |
 CHINA
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When Things Go Wrong
BY JODY SEGAR, CHINA PROGRAM DIRECTOR
“Kiri also had concrete survival skills as a result of the time he spent escaping war in the wilderness. One day, Kiri came with my family for a walk in the woods and he and I went down to a stream below the path. I watched him pull a live fish, about six inches long, out of the stream with his bare hands. From that moment on, I did everything I could to emulate Kiri. Kiri had a habit of carrying photos around with him inside his t-shirt, “close to the heart.” One was of his parents. Another was of a tank. After he showed me the photos, I asked my parents for some photos to put inside my t-shirt.”
Page Twenty Four | 24 |
 NEPAL
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How to: Walk
BY AUSTIN SCHMIDT, STUDENT
“THE SUSPENSION BRIDGE: Some of the bridges here contribute to moments of intense stress. You take the first step onto the wooden planks, alone because the bridge can support only one person (or maybe you’re just the group guinea pig). The bridge is long and narrow and hundreds of feet above a river rushing down valley. The bridge swings with every step and the wooden planks creak and seem just about ready to collapse. You grasp the side of the bridge, knuckles turning white, and walk slowly, hoping your feet don’t slip off the side. You wonder how it seems that you have been on this bridge forever yet you aren’t even halfway across. For a second, you look up and all the fear leaves. In its place, comes amazement of your small presence among the tallest mountains in the world.”

You can read more essays from past issues of the The Dragons Journal (formerly known as The Map’s Edge) or even submit a piece to be featured in our next issue by sending an email to christina@wheretherebedragons.com.

 

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