One of our students just returned from the ref camp and played the video of the departure for everyone here. It is so strange and crazy. I saw Oo Reh saying goodbye to his brother and other relatives. When will they see each other again? Nobody knows. Will he see them again?
Julia was my student when I taught here in Sept-Oct of 2005. Like a lot of the girls in Rosy's class she was smart, sweet, and made teaching easy. She's a joker, a laugher. Since coming back I've seen her around Nai Soi quite a bit and since her mother's death last year she's been staying with the family of a former student of mine, Neh Nea. I've been seeing Julia more and more in the time leading up to her big day. I've been lucky to have spent a lot of time with her in the past weeks. We put a resume together. We talked about life in the United States. What do I know about life as a refugee in Buffalo? What information can she ask me for now that will actually help her once she is there? We talked and sighed. I spoke in painful generalities, qualifying statements, adding conditions, admitting ignorance, doing what I could. Luckily for her she's not going alone. She's going with Neh Nae's brother.
I realized almost too late that I was actually in a network of people who might actually be up for helping Julia in Buffalo. I won't get into the wonders and beauty of couchsurfing.com but I sent out urgent requests last week and found a handful of great people who are ready to help Julia with anything. One woman named Maura, a restaurateur, and her husband jumped out from the generous pack as the nicest and most up for it. Maura already has a job for her. I told Julia about Maura and she was a bit shocked. She wasn't shocked that I used some website to find friends for her, but shocked that this woman's name is Maura. Julia's grandma used to call her Maura. I hope Maura the restaurateur can ease Maura the granddaughter's transition.
At the last minute I found a pair of couples in Houston that are excited to help Oo Reh. Of this group of friends there is an ESL teacher and a man from Burma. I got to talk to Oo Reh about this on Sunday afternoon. He bought me two beers and an energy drink- much better than those stupid apples other teachers get. Oo Reh's a tough guy and a leader amongst the students here. Unlike Julia he's traveling alone. He is also so much more shy, reserved, and not as comfortable in his English that I imagine he'll have a tougher time than Julia.
It feels nice to imagine that I have some control over things. I feel so much better seeing Julia and Oo Reh off into the care of these folks than into the dark unknown of these US cities. It's my country, they're my students, I feel desperate to help them. Now here's the video of Oo Reh in the back of the truck, shaking hands with his brother and his classmates, it's on. The most difficult, disorienting and lonely year of his life has just begun.
In the group of kids around the video camera replay tonight there were four or maybe five who will be off on their own journeys within a few weeks or months. This resettlement process has been happening for so long, with so many little steps and procedures along the way. Well, the departure are. Time to leave your life behind and begin a new one.
Good Luck.

