My story with Guyana was strange from the beginning. I have graduated in African Studies in summer of 2006, went to Quebes for French Courses and then get back to Russia.
At that time I did not ask myself what for. I knew internally there is nothing that can attract me...
So as one of my friends recommended me I started to look for a job in Africa, in order to see whether the choosen profession suits me.
I have applied for a job in Guinea and Nigeria, but did not receive a response for both.
Then I saw a notifce of invitation for a job of interpreter to one of Russian subsidiaries overseas.
This was the first notice of Guyana. At that time I was completely unaware of it.
But still applied for a job and in three month after fighting with HR on confirming my ability to work and live in remote area, I was offered a job. This was a moment of glory!!!
I was happiest ever, running around, packing bags, doing vaccinations and getting all necessary things. From the informational point of view I spent a lot of time but did not found much.
Probably because at that time like most russians who never went out of country for long I used russian-language based search. And this did not bring sufficient scope to understand where I was going to spent the following two years of my life. But at that time this was not a point for me.
In mid november I started my long journey to South America.
There were three flights to cover Moscow - London Heathrow then a transer on a bus to Gatwick, then the next 8-hour flight to Barbados and from there two more hours to Guyana.
We arrived late at night. When the plane was approaching the land what I saw first from window was the sparkling flat square of Georgetown wrapped in tropical night and thick moist of coming rain.
It was amazing. I knew nothing, I never saw any photos or pictures but this surpressed all the fear I have had before. And still experiencing many other landings after - in Panama, Sao Paolo, Buenos Aires, then Windhoek, Johannesburg, Lusaka, Cairo, and Moscow - never I had the same filling of satisfaction with the place where I was going to be...
This is how Guyana began in my life...
понедельник, 12 октября 2009 г.
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