PROJECT REPORTS

During my first week in Bremen, at the beginning of my project, I often told myself to comfort myself that I only had to hold out until Christmas and then I would decide whether I wanted to carry on. It may sound harsh, but it gave me the courage to make a fresh start in […]

“Do Not Let the Day Fade from My Window   I have no control over the rising sun, Nor can I find one who understands my state; Ah, the thought of my death crosses my mind, Then this bird, this garden, this glamour.   And the heart says to its God: I am indifferent to

At the end of April, I saw forget-me-nots blooming in Viertel. I remember walking there across Osterdeich a few days after seeing off Salome, who had picked me up at the airport in September when I first arrived in Bremen. I remember feeling time basically slipping through my fingers like sand and realising that suddenly,

Even before I finally finished packing for one year abroad (which felt like cramming a circus into a shoebox), I was already imagining what I’d write in this first report. I had been reading all the other articles from volunteers, thinking of what I’d say when it was finally my turn. Now that the time

As my time as a volunteer in Bremen draws to a close, I find myself reflecting on what has undoubtedly been one of the most enriching experiences of my life. When I first joined this project, I was navigating a particularly emotionally vulnerable period. However, connecting with individuals with disabilities and working to promote their

As my volunteering experience in Bremen with a program supporting people with special needs draws to a close, I find myself filled with a wealth of emotions. It’s been a transformative journey that’s left an indelible mark on my heart and it’s given me the chance to connect with a wonderful community and broaden my

Well, it’s time for my second report. With disbelief, I realize that eight months have already passed by so quickly. I remember just arriving and meeting new people, watching the “older” volunteers heading to their MTM and thinking, “Oh my god, they’re halfway through their experience and so much has already happened to them.” Now,

As I enter the final part of my volunteer experience, my feelings are very different from the beginning. The overwhelming sensation of seeing the end of the road grows bigger every moment, and the uncertainty of what to do afterward—whether I’ll have the opportunity to stay in this country, and if this entire experience will