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If you can answer more than 3 of these questions with yes then you are probably in Duino, this small, pretty village somewhere in the north of Italy. In this edition of the Adriatic Times we are not only talking about Duino, but also about the people we are living with, the people we are going to spend the next two years of our lives with and, even if we are Secondi, our ‘family’ for the next year. It is impressive how fast we get to know each other in this place, how fast friendships are created and destroyed again, not only between students, but also with teachers and locals, because Duino does not differentiate between them! We have said our names probably a hundred times and we might still not know all of the names of our fellow students, but there is one thing we

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should all share and that is the idealism and spirit that makes Duino into Duino. This spirit makes Mr. Ciao say ‘Buon Giorno’ every time he sees a member of the college; it makes little, old ladies smile when you greet them on the street; and it leads to Sergio joking with you when you try to communicate with him in Italian, even though his English is very good. Let’s keep it like that. Let’s present our college as something we want it to be. We do not want to be ordinary teenagers who fail to respect other people, no matter what their age, and we do not want to put ourselves above people who are not from the college. Let’s make this year special from the beginning to the end. In this Edition of the Adriatic Times we will look back at our summers, but also look forward to making the most of our time at the college. Let’s talk about our first impressions and talk about the most important topic: Life in Duino. The Adriatic Times says to all of you: Welcome and welcome back to Duino! We hope you enjoy the new format, which comes from our new editorial team. Wanda-Maria Thormeyer, Jornalist of The Adriatic Times

Jornalists: Sibel Spahija, Camila Ruiz Segovia, Jacob Borg, Brais Lamela Gómez, Eloá França Verona, Wanda Thormeyer, Yll Zeka Designer: Valev Laube Proof reader: Malcolm Price

Anna Gams, Iden Kalemaj, Luisa Peress, Lu Zitan, Nare Filiposayan, Naufal Amjad, Frida Osterby Berg, Firas Arfaoui. Cover picture: Valev Laube

Have you ever been in Porto just after dinner and seen the sunset, one of the most beautiful in the whole of Europe? Have you ever walked along the Rilke path? Have you ever lain on Fore lawn for a whole afternoon and forgotten about homework? Have you ever talked first with a Nepali, then with a Latino and then with a Slovene? Have you ever received a headmaster’s warning after less than a month at the college?

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VENICE CULTURAL VISITS By Malcolm Price

On Saturday 8th September and Saturday 22nd September 2012 Eunice and Maria led two visits for the First Years to Venice.   Leaving the Piazza in Duino at 6.45 am the groups travelled by Gradese coaches to Punta Sabbioni, where they caught ferries to Venice.   The group on 8th September consisted mainly of First Years with family names starting with the letters A to K, but in addition Matej, Kristen and I joined the visit.   The group on 22nd September consisted mainly of First Years with family names starting with the letters L to Z, but in addition Agenda, Ihab, Namuun, Mike, Mike’s daughter Emma-may, our daughter Hannah, Ogi and I joined the visit.   Venice is a remarkable city with so much history and culture that Eunice and Maria had a tough time deciding what to include in a one day visit and what to leave out.   Both groups followed roughly the same plan, walking first to the gates of the Arsenale, where Eunice gave the group members a brief talk on the history of the city, leading up to the emergence of Venice as one of the greatest trading powers of the 10th to 15th centuries. Eunice said that at the height of its power the Arsenale employed 20,000 arti- sans and could launch a ship

a day.   Maria talked about the significance of the accumulation of wealth by trading with other cultures, pointing out some of the key artefacts and symbols that could be seen at the gates of the Arsenale, including the winged lion with one foot on San Marco’s book.   The groups then walked round to the church of San Zaccaria so that Maria could show them the Giovanni Bellini painting “Madonna and the Four Saints” which was painted in 1505 and still hangs in the space for which it was originally designed. The students had some time to take in the beauty of the church including the rather disturbing body of San Zaccaria in his glass encased tomb. Outside, Santa discovered a street from Riga which was part of the architectural biennale that was on in Venice this summer.   On the way to Piazza San Marco everyone was able to see the Bridge of Sighs and the gondolas floating past underneath. In the Piazza the groups encountered some of the 60,000 tourists a day that Venice attracts, but Eunice and Maria shouted above the noise to tell students about the use of the body of Saint Mark as a symbol of the power and authority of the city, the unique role of the Doge in political decision making and the magnificent church of San Marco with its

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mixed gothic and byzantine style.   With lunch time rapidly approaching, the students were sent off into the lanes of Venice to see what they could buy for their EUR 10 lunch and supper money. Dino probably won the prize for enterprise by heading for the fish market near the Rialto Bridge and buying fresh fried fish from a nearby shop.   After lunch, we all met up at the Ferrovia, at the other end of the Grand Canal from where we had parted.   Eunice then took the groups to the Ghetto Nuovo where she mentioned the different ethnic groups who had made their homes and contributed to the growth of Venice, with par-


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ticular reference to the Jewish Community, who were traders, money lenders and physicians. In 1516 they were confined to one area of Cannaregio near the brass foundries and that became the Ghetto. Michal and Ella were in the first group, so were able to explain a little more about the significance of this part of Venice.   There was a wedding in the Frari on 8th September so we were not allowed to go in and look at the painting by Titian and the monument to Canova is a beautiful resting place for his heart, but we took the opportunity to rest and rehydrate on what was a very hot day. The second group on 22nd September were luckier and had the chance to hear Maria’s explanation of Titian’s “Assumption” before exploring the church for themselves.  

We were supposed to leave on the 6.45 pm ferry, and we did on 22nd September, but on 8th September a number of students became lost in the canals of Venice and did not make it back to the ferry terminal in time. The rest of us tried to help guide them home but it took time. One of the diversions while we were waiting was the departure of the massive cruise liner “Norwegian Jade” as it sailed past, dwarfing the church of San Giorgio Maggiore. In the end, we were an hour late leaving Venice and so did not get back to Duino until almost 10.30 pm.   They were both long days, but I hope everyone found them to be enjoyable, with the chance to experience a small taste of Venice in the company of people you will get to know much better over the next two years. Two of the lessons I

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hope you learned from the Cultural Visit are that there is so much to see in Venice, but that it is very accessible, being less than two hours by train from Monfalcone station. If you get the chance, visit again and explore it by yourself.

La partenza non è altro che l’inizio del viaggio di ritorno verso casa By Iden Kalemaj

Departure is just the beginning of the way back home”. This is what I read written on the walls of the magnificent Venice, while walking with a group of people I have known for only two weeks. It brings back a million thoughts and feelings. Who would have thought one year ago, that I would be here, walking through the streets of Venice, having so much fun and sharing the amazement with people I still don’t know all the names of, people from all over the world, people I already care for. Then I think of home. These days, although overwhelmed with the joy and enthusiasm of this new life, you just can’t avoid feeling the

nostalgia overwhelm your stomach. Your mind flies miles away seeking the memories of Sunday meals altogether around the table, summer days swimming, winter nights in front of the fireplace, hugs of comfort, conversations of advice, laughter, than packing your luggage...through tears I left them, through tears I recall them. “It happens to all of us, but soon you will feel Duino to be your home”. So I recall my new small room, waking up in my new bed every morning, walking down the narrow streets of a friendly village, swimming in Porto, sharing meals in Mensa, eating gelato, learning new names, seeing new faces, try-

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ing to adapt...it is not the conventional idea of home, but it is beautiful, and sometimes strange. I left home with a suitcase full of dreams, to go where? Wherever my heart is. Which is the way back home? I know so many people from all over the world now that wherever I go it will feel like home. So, home I left and home I found.


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So what comes next? By Luisa Peress

With a true UWC spirit of procrastination, I started writing this article while in Slovenia and I finished writing it in London, but still met the deadline.   Being back at the beginning feels a little like being one of the young protagonists of the book and film “Never let me go” as they leave their school, in which they’ve always lived, and find themselves outside, in society, for the first time. Even the simplest things and situations become awkward; ordering something at a bar that isn’t Mickeys, going to a shop that is far bigger than Tuttidi and exploring different realities. In two years, you get used to living in a nice, small village so that going back to wherever you’re from is… challenging. Life outside the college is very different, but once you acknowledge that, you also see it can be very BEAUTIFUL.   I think that in Duino you have the possibility to be who you are, how you are. Out of “the bubble” it is hard to be “as we are now, as we were not back then”. Turning the page is easy, writing a new chapter while staying true to yourself, that’s the challenge. Nevertheless, stay-

ing true to a promise you made to yourself is definitely worth it. The last words that left an impression on me are from a discussion I had late this summer with Nina; she said that we’ve left Duino, but it never really leaves us. That pretty much sums up a bunch of thoughts I had about it but could never quite put into words, the fact that we’ve all, in one way or another, changed and yes, the UWC adventure in Duino is over for us, but we take it with us, wherever we go.   My opinion is that during the two years in College, no one has the time to do everything or to get to know everyone. However, what we do have is enough time to make the most of this experience. So take it as a quest for knowledge, be it about the world, about what’s different and the beauty of it, or about yourself. Make mistakes; sometimes just throw yourself into something. As long as you don’t do something irreparable, it’s part of the process, part of finding yourself. Within some boundaries, I believe it is better to have regrets about something you did in these two years, than something you didn’t do and could have done.

One last thing: during the Forum for the 50th Anniversary of the UWC (Robin, Clara and I managed to attend, alongside Alumni from each of the 50 generations!) I was chatting with various people and one of them told me something that made me giggle inside. Before you leave the college, some people become very sad about the thought that they might never see their friends again. What he said (and even if I’ve only graduated last year, I agree from the experience that I have had) is the reality that wherever you go, you soon find the possibility to meet someone from the UWC, be it during holidays, at university or in quite random situations, to the point sometimes you even wonder whether it is too much to see them again and again, mind you I haven’t experienced this last part yet!   So, concluding, simply enjoy these two years (or this year for the secondi) and try to find a balance between the UWC, the IB and time for yourself.   I will see you at the reunion, a presto!

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This tale is for who ever happens to come by it. By Naufal Amjad

I am he who shakes the world with his words. The very fabric of reality distorts when I speak. I am a liar. So well versed in this am I that I know not where the truth ends

and where the lie starts. Going through the motions of life is barely a choice. It is a life style perpetuating want. I want.

The things I want are infinite and like a whisper that I never hear I cease the incessant voices. My head is full of voices of which none I doubt to be my own.


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We live in a community that, at least in theory, should have living in a more sustainable way as one of its priorities, but these graphs show that our values are not yet being expressed. These numbers do not show that we are aware that our actions as in-

The results of our actions so far...

These graphs are the results of the first two weeks of the sustainability competition. And even after a long discussion during a college meeting about sustainability, the results are getting worse instead of getting better. This sustainability competition should work in a way that increases our awareness of the issue, and at the same time shows that with a small change in attitudes we can make a big difference. When talking about sustainability, one of the most common counter-arguments is that one individual’s actions cannot and do not make a difference in the big picture. But as UWCers, and as idealistic people, this is the exactly the kind of mentality that we should fight against. Because our actions are the biggest and strongest way in which we can show everyone else what our values and beliefs really are; they show who we are and what we believe.

…are really disappointing.

By Eloá, França, Verona on behalf of the Environmental Actions Group

dividuals have a much greater impact on the community as a whole; these graphs do not show that we accept personal responsibility. There is only one way to show and prove to ourselves and everybody else that we are responsible, and that is: to act responsibly. As mem-

bers of a residence, as UWCers, as idealistic people, as citizens of the world, being responsible also means being more sustainable! Work to win the Sustainability Competition, discover yourself and help the College.

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Grasping what it means is a mystery. I am a riddle. Try as I might I forget the clue to who I am. Just on the edge it lin-

gers maybe it shouldn’t move. Completion of a thought is a complex process I create. There always seems to be more than I can reflect. I dream.

I dream of the day my thoughts stop being lies that I use to get what I want because of a riddle I dreamt.


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Eyjafjallajokull By Anna Gams

Summer is the time of warm, sunny weather. A lot of people try to go somewhere south to get the best of the weather...

the sun came out; this added 7°C more! For Icelanders it was perfect weather to wear shorts, dresses and even to go swimming in the ocean. What can I say, I respect cultural differences.

es in temperature from 24°C up to 47°C! As it comes directly from the ground, it smells like sulphur (rotten eggs). After a while you don’t even notice it, because everyBut… what about going north? one around smells the same. Have you ever considered going The “aroma” might be the reato the land of fjords, sheep son why this island is the and black sand? most sparsely populated Eyjafjallajokull- is a volcano in Iceland, which erupted in 2010. This caused enormous in Europe. The Icelandic disruption in air travel across western and Iceland is a completely difcommunity is not as small northern Europe. ferent place on Earth. It as ours at the college, but is far away from civilisait is still better not to betion; there are neither snakes nor Another cultural misunderstand- have badly there, because having mosquitoes and having the latter ing was about the usage of energy. only 300,000 people, rumours can in my room, I envy Icelanders a Being sustainable as I am, I could spread quite easily. lot. Moreover, they have a polar not get used to the fact that they Finally, if you lack winter clothday or you can call it the midnight do not turn off the lights and let ing, especially gloves and scarves, sun, a phenomenon which occurs the water run for 10 minutes till or you want to try some delicacies in summer months near the Arc- it gets warm. Energy costs almost such as rotten fish and shark, go to tic Circle, where the sun does not nothing because it comes from Iceland! set. In addition, this is a land of the ground. Without geothermal powerful waterfalls and beautiful energy, it would be very hard for P.S. Check the names of the volcamountains. If you are lucky, you human beings to survive in such noes before departure! Otherwise could even see some trolls walking tough conditions. you might not be able to tell the around. name of the “reason” for your deIcelanders are big fans of swim- lay... There is a saying: “If you get lost in ming, not only in the ocean, but in a forest in Iceland, do not panic, outdoor swimming pools and hot Alls hins besta! just stand up!” Considering the lo- springs. Water in the springs rangcal climate, trees are not high there and only 1% of the total area is covered with forests. Locals are very proud of the trees because they planted them. Talking about the weather, in July it was actually fine: raining, windy, around 10°C. I had a feeling that I was in Duino during the winter. Fortunately, during my last two days of staying on the island, Alls hins besta (Icelandic)- all the best


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In celebration of the International Day of the Girl Child, October 11th 2012

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By Frida Osterby Berg

Photos: Nare Filiposayan

You might not notice at first. You are always too occupied with everything else – or maybe you are never occupied with anything, which might actually be the problem. And even her, she’ll try to hide it, but just casually – after all, it’s not a taboo she’s dealing with, it’s nature. It’s her body, it’s her nature. When her mouth acknowledged Aphrodite’s wine for the first time, the word spread like rings in water. Immediately the sense of her curious trait was everywhere, both for those around her, but also inside of herself too. Did this curiosity arise from her step towards her destined identity? Or was it nailed upon her because she actually was unnatural? In the spring of her adolescence, her monthly sacrifice imposed on her

an unspoken anxiety. When you look in through the windows today, you don’t sense any oddity about this young girl. Your eyes are drawn to her, you don’t exactly know why – she seems so at ease with herself. Not a sense of pride, not a brawling brat, but something subtle, something unspoken – something within herself. Something you will never be a part of. Then suddenly you hear a thundering as the ceiling rumbles inside the room where the girl stands. Fire and red-hot lava appears from cracks in the ground, before the floors open and everything slides about in an apocalyptic chaos. Her hair catch-

es fire, and she screams out in despair. You want to shout to her, but what to shout? “Take care, you’re going to die!” You cannot mouth anything constructive to her. Not even a word of comfort can escape your lips in this moment. Your gaze falls to the floor, and for a second everything is quiet. Then you force yourself to look towards the girl, and what you witness surprises you more than the previous scene of otherworldly destruction – the girl still stands quietly inside the room. She flips her hair and walks out of the door, turns the corner and disappears from sight. Your mouth drops.

Radiohead By Nare Filiposayan

This time Duino welcomed us not only with new people and a bora but also the chance to see Radiohead from only ten meters away.   It is hard to express yourself in words when there is a volcano bursting inside you.   I got the chance to shoot a hundred pictures of one of rock’s legends and would like to share a few of those photographs with you.


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The Wind Sword By Lu Ziyan

How do you kill someone who you don’t even know? But if you are in Jiang Hu, here is the rule: you either kill, or prepare to be killed.

had finished, a wooden boat appeared. Within the boat was a girl with a silver sword, picking lotuses from the water.

Yu Qing, one of the most respected Taoist Masters of China, is sitting and drinking alone in the corner of a quiet street. Although he seems quite relaxed, his left hand never leaves his sword - he knows the rule of Jiang Hu too well. Tonight he is going to kill someone. Someone he doesn’t even know.

What a beautiful picture.

Yu Qing was amazed. For a second he was carried away and couldn’t stand still on the surface of water. The girl heard the water ripple and panicked as she did not think she could be seen by a stranger. So she left the boat with Qing Kung (Flying Kung Fu) and disappeared in It is almost the end of summer. In a the mist. Qing didn’t discover who couple of days, merchants will start the girl was until he recognized the selling moon cakes for the Mid-Au- sword she had accidentally left on tumn Festival, the same meaning- the boat. less thing every year for Yu Qing, a man without a home. Home? Jiang The Wind Sword! Hu is Qing’s home. Now while he is drinking, he recalls something The long lost Wind Sword, the that happened on the same day sharpest and greatest sword there twelve years ago, before he became has ever been in Jiang Hu. The one of the greatest Taoist Masters sword was believed to be held and in the whole Jiang Hu. On that day guarded by a secret family surhe was practicing a secret Kung Fu named Nan Gong. The girl who style called “Dragon on the Sea” on carried the sword was the Nan the West Lake, which allowed him Gong’s young daughter Ling. The to walk on the surface of water. rule of this family was simple: nevNothing is softer than water, yet er reveal yourselves in Jiang Hu. As it can overcome rock, just like the a result, nobody had ever laid eyes potential power inside his body. upon either the precious Wind He felt that he had freed it, which Sword or the mysterious girl Ling. is formless and nameless… Yu Qing drew the Wind Sword for the first time and he was amazed Suddenly he heard a mysterious a sword as light as the wind - the song from afar, nice and graceful legend was true. under the cover of mist. The lyrics were from an ancient poem: “Sure The Taoist Master Yu Qing tightthe world has some lovesick fools, ens his grip on the Wind Sword. but that is no matter for the wind He is not a young man any more, and the moon… ” After the song but his physical strength is perfect-

ly preserved after years of Kung Fu training. He has never let the sword leave his side. It is his best and only friend. He always talks to it when alone. With this weapon no one can stand in his way of achieving the highest rank in Jiang Hu. The night screen hangs down. Qing’s bottle is empty. - More wine. - Just a second! The old man in the restaurant comes across the street with a new bottle of wine. As he pours wine into Qing’s cannikin, Qing notices that his face is half covered by messy black hair which makes him difficult to be recognized in the dark. The old man is not in a rush like any normal merchant, who would like to finish work on time and go back to his wife and children. On the contrary, he is calm and patient. Not a single drop of wine spills out of the cannikin. The waiter turns and walks away slowly. Qing can tell that something is wrong. He quickly takes out an ingot of pure silver and puts it into the wine. It instantly turns black. The wine is poisoned. The old man is no waiter. Qing draws his Wind Sword from its sheath in the twinkling of an eye. The old man tries to escape but


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he is not fast enough. With a single touch on his cheek, the sword tears off the skin mask which disguises his real appearance. Qing is surprised to see that the old man is younger than himself, probably twenty seven or twenty eight years of age. Only one person in Jiang Hu has the skills to make such exquisite masks out of human skin - Swordsman Zhou. Zhou had challenged Yu Qing’s Kung Fu two years before and was killed in the contest. Qing suspected that Zhou coveted his sword, but Zhou was in his late fifties, too old to survive the rule of Jiang Hu. - I know you have been following my tracks. Who are you? - I am Yun, son of Zhou. - And you are here for revenge? - I mean you no harm, if you hand me your sword. The sword. Qing knew it. Ever since others in Jiang Hu had found out that Yu Qing owned the Wind Sword, they had all wanted to buy it, steal it, or snatch it from him. He killed his opponents one by one but strangely the original owners of the sword had not approached him to get the sword back. Through all these years countless lives had ended at his hand but the Nan Gong had not been near him. - What price would you pay for the sword? - Whatever it takes I will give it. - How about your life? It happened too quickly. The young man’s blood stained the edge of the blade, with the crimson col-

our looking like roses. Darkness fell upon his eyes. They say life is passionate like summer flowers coming out, while death is quiet like autumn leaves falling down. Yet somehow it should be the other way around. Qing hears a voice crying. - No! I am too late… When he turns back he sees Ling with tears in her eyes. - Finally you show up… He stares at her, and for a moment he sees an innocent girl singing, picking lotuses from the boat. It is not hard to recognize her even after all these years. Dressed in white silk, now she looks like an elegant young woman. Though Yu Qing has pictured this meeting in his mind in thousands of versions, he is still a bit surprised. All of a sudden he feels like singing, and the melody of that ancient poem rises in his chest: “Sure the world has some lovesick fools, but that is no matter for the wind and the moon. They were meant to last forever, but have come and gone before I knew.

Hu. - I see no peace in Jiang Hu. Now you have seen me. Whoever sees a Nan Gong must die. -What about Yun? He has seen your face hasn’t he? Qing is eager for the answer and steps forward. Ling seizes the chance and draws the Wind Sword out of Qing’s hand in no time. The blade cuts his throat. At first Qing feels nothing but simply a breeze kissing his neck. Then he falls to the ground, with blood spilling over the white dress of Ling. - Do you still recall the day you saw me on the lake? I was too young and didn’t manage to fly far but fell into the water. I could have drowned. When I opened my eyes I saw Yun - he saved me. That was the moment I decide to break my family rule for him. When you killed Yun, you took away the love of my life. This is your price. You should have thrown the sword into the West Lake.

Painful. Cold. Qing hardly sees or hears anything now. He knows he is dying. He struggles but he can no - I’ve had it! How dare you! How longer find any strength. It seems dare you kill Yun! that the air is getting thinner. He - He poisoned me. If I didn’t kill opens his mouth, trying to say him, eventually he would kill me. something. - Poison? It is Cartilage powder which only paralyses you for one Don’t you see? I kept the sword, so hour! Yun was helping getting back that I could see you again. the Wind Sword that you stole from me! But no voice is heard. - I didn’t. Silence. - You took it and used its power to This is the end of summer. kill! - I only kept it for the peace of Jiang


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SEED - Carr ying

By Brais Lamela GĂłmez It is difficult for me to reduce the overwhelming experience I had in Mexico to a few lines, to find the right balance between information and personal anecdotes, between description of our activities and evaluation of the impact it had on me. Thus, this article will not be focused on the project, but on a really specific part of it: carrying rocks. Oaxaca, the setting of our project, was 800 kilometres from Mexico City, and one day after we finished our car trip to the place we were already in the back of a pick-up truck, heading to our work place. Our volunteering project consisted of constructing

stoves and a wall for a school, which was translated into carrying rocks from one place to another. As monotonous as it may seem, carrying rocks was actually a truly rewarding experience. As my body relaxed and got into the mechanical process of kneeling down, taking a rock, standing up and moving the rock, my mind started to relax and calmly follow my physical exercise. As I went on, I started to do it unconsciously and I found I had time to daydream, to release tensions and to liberate myself from all my worries, with both my mind and body adjusted to a monotonous routine. I had time to sift through daily problems, to think about my own things. Moreover, it was really pleasant to work with the professional builders, all collaborating, pausing from time to time to drink a coke or eat a snack, and then coming back to the ritual of carrying rocks. Indeed, I sometimes find myself at the college

wishing I had something like that, a chance to just forget about worries and work to relax tension. Of course, Mexico was much more than carrying rocks. Actually, if I had to describe Mexico in a few lines, it would be a chaotic list of things. Mexico was building stones and working in an organic farm, it was also idyllic beaches and hikes in the jungle, the stomach aches, the pyramids, the Chavela Vargas’ songs and the cookies with tuna. It was the improvised music concerts with the policemen and, in the end; it was one of the most fascinating experiences I have ever had. I got to know a country (I truly got to know it, living with people there, living local traditions, going to out of the way, non-touristic places). I got to know myself a bit better and, more importantly, I learnt how to enjoy the pleasure of common things, how to find peace by simply carrying a pile of rocks.


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By Camila Ruiz Segovia It was a hot, hot day in a remote village in the lost mountains of Oaxaca in Mexico. There were donkeys all around us, red mountains all around us, and a very, very, very small community with a common surname I no longer remember. There was a single telephone, a single church, a single school and a single street on which we arrived. And there, in the middle of nowhere, there was Augustin, Jacob and I in front of a rock pile. We had been asked to move them to the construction area as we were helping with the building of a wall for a primary school. Obviously, there was no truck to do it, just a pair of partially-broken wheelbarrows. There was a hungry Jacob and a tired Camila: we had had bland cookies and Coca-Cola for breakfast after sleeping on the mucky cement floor of the primary school. And yet, there was Augustin singing pro-Cuba songs to the enjoyment of the masons we were working with.

There was us again, three dirty exhausted UWC students learning to mix cement with shovels and doing a never-ending rock carrying race. There was also an old woman in a green cap and a long cotton skirt helping to move the smaller rocks and bringing us more and more bottles of Coca-Cola to drink.

Then there was break time. We went up into the village to a single-room house with a smoky stove, a mom and her child mixing corn dough for the tortillas. There was later that night with the policemen and the only prisoner whom they thought could help to translate. And there was Jacob and Augustin playing violin and guitar for them, and all of us – Brais, Ximena, Jeanne, Pablo, Augustin, Jacob and me – singing

Bella Ciao. Can you play it again? There were many happenings in SEED Mexico. Many. It was some months ago, during the summer. There were days when we were sweaty, grumpy and bitten by mosquitoes. There were also days when we missed home, and the college, and even the IB. But, after all, I think we learnt a lot and had time to reflect upon our reality, living an eye-opening experience. And there were the joyful memories: the swims in the Pacific Ocean, the climbing of the pyramids, the parrots in the jungle, the colourful city of Oaxaca, the trucks selling fruit, and the woman in the green cap telling us she would miss us when we were gone.


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How a wide income gap squeezes happiness By Firas Arfaoui

Even though Economics is a lot about the study of ways of increasing welfare, studies of the effects of widening income gaps in the developing world often water down the negative effects of growth, claiming that the “trickle-down” effect is bound to happen at some point in the longer run (“when we are all dead” Keynes). A much more subtle argument undermining the growing income gap as a substantial threat to development is that the bulk of people in lesser developed countries (LDCs) have witnessed increasing incomes, even though much of the wealth of their countries has accumulated in the hands of a few rich people. In other words the poor have become richer, but the rich have become even richer. Nevertheless a more “obscure” negative effect is the impact of income gap widening on collective happiness. It is obscure in the sense that it is difficult to establish an objective quantitative measure of collective happiness. The Idea came to me at a pre-graduation party with my schoolmates in Italy. Almost all of my Scandinavian friends were wearing the traditional graduate’s hat. One of them, from Denmark, told me jokingly that with this very hat, he can do whatever he wants to do: work in a restaurant, travel or even study biochemistry. But in that innocent joke lies the essence of a fundamental econom-

ic difference between most LDCs and some More Developed Countries (MDCs); income gap “width”. In fact the differences in wages (or the Gini coefficient for that matter) between the highest and the lowest paying jobs in Denmark is actually negligible compared to that in my home country of Tunisia. According to the CIA’s Gini Index Table, published as part of the “World Fact Book”, Tunisia ranks 63rd with a 40% Gini Index while Denmark ranks 137th with a much lower income disparity represented by a 24.8% Gini Index.[1] And this fact has serious implications not only on the job market structure but on the entire perception of one’s life. My friend would have been just fine (income wise) if he had been a waiter. For him opportunity is not a rare and colossal chance but it is the norm. Thus my friend will go on a gap year; he will work for a few months and then go on to travel and meet friends and plainly just relax. That is not the case for only my friend, but generally for the whole generation of Scandinavians! And I hope the reader is not mistaken, the school he is about to graduate from is a mixed International Institution and yet his “ambitions”, even though open and flexible, are “easy” and simple. Now if we consider my case and that of my co-years, almost all my friends from LDCs will go on to study a “Hard” science or

course in an American College. In this we are very lucky, as the USA’s higher education system is rich and can accommodate many international students on high scholarships. This is the case for lucky elite of LDC students (because the number of talented “poor” people will always be less than the number of “poor” people selected to study in world class higher education institutions) and still the difference in life prospects and style will differ. The constant “threat” of expulsion or simple removal of a scholarship will push these students to perform as best as they can when it comes to academic matters. Upon completion of their education they will have the daunting quest for a job in the country of study or MDCs in general. This quest will go beyond a simple search for the best work conditions possible; for “us” it is also about family honor, about climbing steps on the social ladder or, at the base of it, pure survival. Consider now, the overwhelming majority of people in LDCs; those that were not lucky enough to study in or rather escape to an MDC. In this arena, everybody still wants and strives to be doctors, engineers, ministers and most likely presidents (if they are lucky enough to be in a politically developed LDC). Firstly, that places enormous pressure on the weak higher educational institutions in LDCs. Secondly, all

[1] https://www.cia.gov/library/publications/the-world-factbook/rankorder/2172rank.html


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“technical” schools are viewed by society almost as a pre-jail school. I recall that a middle school in my native Tunisian city of Bizerte is branded with the degrading nickname of “Donkey School”. It is called this because an entire generation ago it was home to a technical school. Thirdly, at the end of the educationally competitive process, economies that are largely based on primary and secondary sectors are not able to accommodate the influx of university graduates. From this emerges a very peculiar form of “struc-

tural unemployment”. There are too many wannabe doctors and presidents and there are only a few posts to fill. The Tunisian university graduate unemployment figures are one of the most daunting examples of this catastrophic process. Most likely the undesired graduates will end up doing the simple jobs anyway; this time around, they will be untrained and their existential satisfaction will be forever shattered. What we have here is a large number of underemployed depression-prone young people who

have wasted their central years in the hallways of corrupt universities and that is a catastrophic result. A wide income gap produces the carrot (well-paying jobs) and the stick (manual low paying labor) but this disparity is a disastrous outcome for the individual and for society, as the risk is placed on the existential wellbeing of the whole society. (Republished from a Blog at http:// a9wam.blogspot.co.uk/)

Organising Street Performances and Project Week Trips By Jacob Borg

Wise planning, organisation skills and a good budget. The three vital ingredients needed for one to organise something, whether it is a long weekend trip, street performance, project week or a seed project. As a first year, I organised both a Street Performance in my country, Malta and a Project Week which took place in Maastricht. Both were amazing experiences, ones which will never be forgotten. The Street Performance in Malta was one which turned out to be better than I could have imagined. It was an amazing opportunity both for me and for the others who joined it. In total we were 18, and we represented all the continents. We had great fun. It was six days long, with five nights spent in a four star hotel courtesy of the local community, which I must say was a very generous act. We en-

joyed great luxury, including a jet blasting Jacuzzi. Believe me, we did not lose such an opportunity. We performed in the local parish square as part of the Christmas festival, which was taking place during the same week. When it was time for eating, we did not starve either. Food was provided by the local council and if not, my mother was the perfect substitute. She cooked mouth-watering traditional Maltese cuisine for the others to try. All in all, the total cost was only €130. I organised the Project Week in Maastricht with Marta (Spain) and Rima (Palestinian 3rd year). The project was 7 days long and budget wise it was very affordable. We flew from Venice Treviso to Brussels Charleroi Airport. During our stay, we were warmly welcomed by UWC Maastricht, and we were

hosted by them. We slept and lived in the same dorms as the UWC students. It was a great experience, since we mixed with other people at another UWC college, coming from different countries. During the week we did some social service with them, which was a completely different experience from the one we have in Duino, Monfalcone or Trieste. The rest of the time we explored and enjoyed the beauty of Maastricht. Both projects were very successful and I thoroughly enjoyed doing them. This year it is the reader’s turn, your turn, to get your hands dirty and come up with something different and exciting!


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My “wicked, wicked” summer holiday By Kailas Kokare

One summer in my wicked, wicked life way came like a rainbow ray, before jumping into open space it had been passed away... One day.

My wicked, wicked holidays like, like an old grandmother’s day. Teaching me, morally wrong and And ethically right ways...

One summer like an Extended Essay, like a factory day without holiday. When I realized, it was gone away, Far, far away!

One day, in my wicked, wicked life way, without pain, like a wise machine , I’ll enjoy my summer holidays!

The rest small amount of busy days... Nobody says, You are in love and I am he …he...

DID YOU KNOW?? By Sibel Spahija

1. Your Burger Pollutes More Than an 18-Wheeler Truck. Researchers at the University of California, Riverside, have found that commercial charbroilers — the same ones that grill hamburgers from your favorite burger joint — emit a large amount of particulate matter into the air we breathe; even more than diesel engines. Commercial cooking equipment generates grease, smoke, heat, water vapor, and combustion products, but there are very few regulations for restaurant emissions. In its 2007 Air Quality Management Plan, the local air pollution authority determined that commercial cooking is the second-largest source of particulate matter in the South Coast Air Basin.

tribution by all heavy-duty diesel trucks,” said Bill Welch, principal development engineer for the study at UC Riverside’s Center for Environmental Research and Technology (CE-Cert). “For comparison, an 18-wheeler diesel-engine truck would have to drive 143 miles on the freeway to put out the same mass of particles as a single charbroiled hamburger patty.”

A proposed control — a device that removes grease from the exhaust and traps it in water — will be tested tomorrow, 1 p.m. to 5 p.m., Sept. 19 at the CE-Cert test laboratory. CE-Cert is part of UC Riverside’s Bourns College of Engineering. Researchers will evalu“Emissions from commercial char- ate the air stream released by the broilers are a very significant un- commercial charbroiler before and controlled source of particulate after they pass through the control matter…more than twice the con- device and measure how effective

it is. According to Welch, the testing involves “cooking a lot of hamburger patties” but they don’t go to waste. After the emissions test, the hamburger patties are donated to a Redlands Regional food bank. Source: http://ucrtoday.ucr.edu/8896


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2. There is a way to assess the carbon emissions of your building.

How much CO2 does the building you live in give off? For the most part, mapping urban carbon emissions has been based on broad figures that don't home in on specific buildings or streets. A computer program called Hestia can now record and map carbon emissions with a new level of detail. The US Department of Energy measures energy consumption for each state, and many companies do their own energy usage and emissions assessments, says Kevin Gurney of Arizona State University in Tempe. But it is difficult for city planners and environmental regulators to know exactly where emis-

sions are coming from, because few cities track emissions or total energy usage.

show where carbon was being emitted and how much. In some areas, they were able to calculate the emissions from individual buildTo assess "urban metabolism" for ings by assessing how much carthree cities – Indianapolis, Los An- bon a typical building of that size geles and Phoenix – Gurney and and age, using a particular power his colleagues collected public re- source, would emit. In areas where cords data including property as- they had less data, such as residensessments for buildings, local air tial neighborhoods, the program pollution measurements and other was able to calculate emissions information about all the buildings within a single postal area or zip in each city. They then separated code. the buildings into categories such as retail stores, industrial plants, Source: http://www.newscientist. com/article/dn22361-a-way-to-asoffices and residential homes. sess-the-carbon-emissions-of-yourUsing the Hestia program, the re- building.html searchers created 3D maps that

3. Human eye detects sound. Fascinating Facts, it is believed that this is why surgeons, watchmakers, and others who perform delicate manual operations are so bothered by uninvited noise: the sounds cause their pupils to change focus and blur their vision. The “millions of colors” that the eye can detect are the three primary colors of red, green and blue and the millions of combinations that result from these three colors. (In 1878, Ewald Hering proposed the theory that the four unique hues of According to David Louis’s book of red, green, blue, and yellow form The human eye can detect millions of colors and is sensitive to light and sounds. Yes, sound. University research studies show that mild and incidental noises cause the pupils of the eyes to dilate.

the basis of all colors.) The eye is, of course, just a lens for the brain. You actually see with your brain. Source: http://didyouknow.org/human-eye-detects-sound/

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