Work-life Balance


India, 2010

I currently have so much work that life is being cancelled to allocate time for more work.

It all reminds me of that photo exhibition I posted about last night. It was exactly like this – I had an idea  and within no time I was responsible for a hugely ambitious project that grew by itself as I was working on it – I had to do everything from scratch on my own, I was almost losing the grip, but in the end it all turned out really well despite heavy snow storms and other obstacles.

I know that it’s not healthy, but I also know that I have no other choice. Luckily, I don’t suffer and actually work better under pressure, considering the fact that dealing with the deadlines that are breathing down my neck right now will keep me far from not only distractions but also necessities.

But I’m not leaving the blog. The blog is my coffee-brake, my moment for reflection, my loyal friend in all storms. It takes me no more than five minutes to write a post like this and what I get in return is an eternal diary post that I one day can go back to if I wish to be reminded about my life in this stage, about this feeling, and about my priorities.

Memories: Photo Exhibition 2010

Found this old photo of when we were just done setting up the venue for my first solo photo exhibition in Malmö City, I had named it “The children of India and their reality”, and the project was an effort to explore and portray the different contexts that children in India live in.

It all started out like a small idea in my head and had within a week evolved into a proper personal exercise in project management, sponsorship applications, photo mission, partnership hunt, marketing strategy, graphic design efforts, media relations and finally a fundraising event. The time was very tight and it was all overwhelming and very new, but most of all – it was extremely fun and rewarding. The greatest feeling of all was when I first unpacked the delivery from the printing studio and saw my work printed on those big beautiful boards. I sometimes wonder if the photos that were sold are still hanging anywhere.

The sponsors and grants covered the venue, event and printing of posters, flyers and photos. Donations were collected through an online webshop, an sms code, photo sales and a simple vase at the venue – all the money went straight to UNICEF Sweden. All I got was euphoria and a set of new skills.

I haven’t posted these online before, but have now decided to share. Because, why not?


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Being entitled to Human Rights


Ana Paulino with her younger brother.

Changara, Tete province, Mozambique
August 2012

Every child has the right to participate in an inclusive and non discriminatory education. There are, however, places where prejudice and stigma still stand in the way of many students, sometimes, these customs are enforced by their own parents.

When 14-year-old Ana Paulino started school at EPC Armando Guebuza School, she did not expect to take part in many activities — especially not in gym class. “I was used to sitting in a corner and waiting until class was over. I was forbidden to touch the other children,” she explains.

Ana joined Grade 6 at EPC Armando Guebuza when she and her parents moved to Changara, Tete province, about a year ago. When her parents came to register her in school, they did not mention that she and one of her younger sisters suffer from albinism; they also did not know that the school was part of the Child-Friendly Schools initiative, which promotes inclusive education and the right of all children — especially girls, children with disabilities, orphans and vulnerable children — to equitable education.

“When she started coming to school,” explains school Health Focal Point Frasia Joao Baptista, “we knew that we had to make her feel welcome and ensure that she participated in all activities.” In her previous school, Ana was not allowed to do sports, or anything else that would put her into close contact with other children. “They were afraid of me,” she recounts, “so the teacher always told me to sit away from the rest.”

Ana had gotten used to staying apart from other children, and Ms. Baptista had to convince her to participate. “I would find lighter activities for her that I knew she could handle; she needs to move like the other children, and be a part of the group!” The other children were initially afraid, or perhaps curious, as Ana started to take part in gym class. “I did not feel different once I started doing sports. I just felt like it was the normal thing to do,” Ana says, pointing out how natural it was for her to be a part of the group.

“Many of my classmates like me now, they are not afraid anymore,” she says with a glint in her eyes. Ana invites us to her home, where she lives with her parents and four siblings. She shows us the daily work she usually does: in the morning she goes to fetch water, and she shows us how she then mills and refines corn seeds. “She helps out a lot at home,” her father says. “Ana is a very good daughter.”

The other day, Ana’s father came to school to watch his daughter play sports. “We have realized that Ana can do almost everything. And she is good at playing football too!” he says proudly. Ana feels very much a part of her class now. A boy in the front row shouts, “Ana, come here!” Ana goes and sits next to him, ready for her teacher to start the lesson.


Published in the UNICEF Publication: Child-Friendly Schools – Stories from Mozambique & on the UNICEF Mozambique website
Photos & Text © UNICEF Mozambique/2012/Caroline Bach

Life for albinos in Mozambique is an ongoing struggle against discrimination, ridicule and many cultural challenges. Unlike in some other African countries, however, it isn’t life threatening, and it was very common to see albinos in the street, with common jobs and dancing in the nightclubs in Maputo. I had the opportunity to talk to a couple of individuals suffering from albinism, and they said that generally, people are kind – and some even consider them to be good luck. When I showed my photos of Ana Paulino and her family to some Mozambican acquaintances, they exclaimed: “Wow, they got two albino girls, what a blessed family!

However, with eyes and skin extremely sensitive to sunlight, and difficulties in affording the expensive high-factor sunscreen and sunglasses for protection, life with albinism is anything but a blessing. Not to mention the skin cancer and many visual problems that these people have to endure.

Ana was a shy, but calm and happy, girl. She took care of her younger siblings with the maturity of an adult woman despite being only 14 years old, and spoke about her past as if being excluded from gym class had been as obvious and normal as the fact that she no longer wasn’t. It was never a big deal for her then, she said, she just simply wasn’t allowed to touch anybody or participate because she was different. Today, she can not imagine going back to the corner.

It was very interesting to hear her tell her own story, as we so often assume that people miss what they don’t have. In this case, even the intervention of her new teacher was met with reluctance. That’s right. Ana didn’t want to participate in gym class in the beginning. Because everybody was looking at her.

Which is what makes this case, and other cases like it, particularily important. People with disabilities, women in sexist societies, children living in contexts that don’t respect their right to an identity, protection, freedom or play.

People don’t always miss what they don’t have, instead, much too often – they convince themselves that they aren’t entitled to it.

Juicy lies

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“And a mixed fruit juice, please.”
“Sure!”

Suddenly my mind very cautiously whispered: “Caroline, you probably don’t want to see this..” And I was like: “Wait, what? Why? Well, now that you say so – I definitely have to see this.”

So I stood there, curious to see how these juices could be so tasty, watching as the girl threw a banana into the mixer, and big, nice pieces of mango, and some papaya, and some freshly squeezed orange juice..

My heart was going: “Yum, yum, yum delicious and colourful vitamins!” As she threw in some pineapple.. a little bit of strawberries..

..and then a huge cup of wite sugar.

My slowmotion “nooooooo!” wasn’t fast enough, the sugar ended up in the mixer. And I realized I had been drinking sugar camouflaged by fruit for a week. Everything else than the “healthy” I believed I was trying my best to be.

That was in the beginning of my Managua reality, now I always ask them to exclude the sugar when ordering my juice, and they always roll their eyes about me not wanting to drink a glass of lies.

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The photos in this post are of a scale standing in one of the small supermarkets here in Managua. People don’t always have bathroom scales at home and you can find these in pharmacies and in various random places in the city. For 0.02€ you can check your weight in pounds, compare it to the “size” scale, get this week’s lucky lottery numbers, and be reminded about the fact that you are always special.

So, I might have gained a kg or three due to my cookie and sugarjuice diet, but I’m still special!

Pink

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On the day before that field trip that I was supposed to be on now, I bought myself two pairs of perfect Going-to-the-field-Indiana-Jones-style pants for 6USD in an American second hand store. And then I found this pink linen skirt and had to buy it as well. Mainly for the sake of the funny contrast. And because it’s a nice little touch of colour to my otherwise mostly beige/white and dull office wardrobe.

To celebrate today’s girlyness, I will only be working until 20 (haha) and then I will be picked up by a friend and go try out the Managua sushi. Will it be anywhere near as good as in Mozambique..?

Tobago

Beautifully filmed by Swedish Jesper Bolmén, this piece from 2011 manages to capture my exact impression and experience of life in a surfer’s paradise. Tobago, Tamarindo, Tofo. Palm trees.


Jonas Rathsman – Tobago (2011)

By the way, guess what, more surprises – that field trip that I didn’t get on my flight for today got cancelled three hours later due to external reasons. So if I had gotten a seat, I would have just had to travel straight back anyway.

Being surprised is one of the most interesting feelings out there and I adore the fact that life keeps doing this to me.

Good night, world.

Instant disappointment

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Due to the last minute changes I only got a waiting list seat and unfortunately the flight got full before I could board.

My camera and I are very disappointed to miss out on this experience and adventure, almost comparable to the level of disappointment I would have felt if my only choice for lunch in Managua would have been this cup of.. instant something with a touch of mustard.

On the other hand, the person having it at least got on the flight, and I have a million things on my work list that I now can take care of as previously planned.

Also, I might still be going next week.