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Table of Contents

"I Know I Have Changed": Encounters with Zen in Japan

By Camelback to Timbuktu

The Seasons Come and Go:
Impressions of a Peace Corps Tenure in Ghana

Summerterm in Nepal:
More Than They Bargained for

To Russia, With Love

Learning Outside the Classroom: The FTAA Protests in Quebec City

"Yon ti dlo fret"
(A Little Cold Water)

Student Initiative

Memories of Afghanistan

Laurentians in the Peace Corps

SLU International Programs

Alumni Accomplishments

Class Notes

Magazine Cover

"Yon ti dlo fret"
(A Little Cold Water)

By Jamie M. Olson '99

It's so hot sometimes that I must stand perfectly still. I feel the heat crackling on my tin roof, breaking my white skin, stinging my eyes, pushing its way through me. I am about to choke, to bury myself under the sand, throw myself back into the ocean, tears in my eyes: and then the rain comes to Bariyadel.

Bariyadel is my little village located on the southwesternmost tip of Haiti, where I make sure to touch the ocean everyday. I came to Bariyadel over a year and a half ago with Kreyol, the language of Haiti, barely falling out of my mouth. I used to be able only to ask for a glass of water. Now, sometimes I get so caught up in talking with my neighbors, hanging out with my friends, singing, dancing and telling jokes, that I forget that I am not Haitian, but an American white woman.

No Peace Corps volunteer leaves Haiti after two years without changing. Several of my friends have fallen in love with Haitians and are getting married. Others have learned to share more, care about people more and love more. Others have wider eyes, stronger muscles, tougher feet and crazy, beautiful stories. I have learned so much.