<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458614685871041781</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 05 Sep 2024 15:40:42 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>understanding refugees</category><category>ethnic wars</category><category>refugee integration</category><category>self-help</category><category>perception of refugees</category><category>refugees and locals</category><category>opposite sides of war</category><category>self-exploration</category><category>friendship</category><category>people manipulation</category><category>kids and war</category><category>refugee teenagers</category><category>elderly refugees</category><category>importance of education</category><category>music as a therapy</category><title>meet your fellow refugee</title><description>welcome to a no war, love thy neighbour zone especially devised to encourage some seriously neglected human values and mutual understanding among refugees and non-refugees alike</description><link>http://meetyourfellowrefugee.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (fellow)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458614685871041781.post-6110442951355252908</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Sep 2012 12:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-03T14:19:00.933+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ethnic wars</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids and war</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">refugee teenagers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">understanding refugees</category><title>Three bedtime stories</title><atom:summary type="text">&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;
 
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Luckily they
didn’t shoot him. He got out alive. But his life as he knew it was taken away
from him for good. 



Yes, houses got
blown up in the night, shop-windows got stoned, people disappeared. And yes, he
was of different ethnicity, but only on the paper. In real life, he was much
like any of his neighbours. He never cared much about history, tradition,
customs, religion or whatever </atom:summary><link>http://meetyourfellowrefugee.blogspot.com/2012/06/hands-up-mister-hand-over-your-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (fellow)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458614685871041781.post-6256887349380104151</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2012 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-10T12:50:43.478+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">perception of refugees</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">refugee integration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self-exploration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self-help</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">understanding refugees</category><title>What cannot be said...</title><atom:summary type="text">



I have noticed that our lives mimic nature more than
we are aware of. Spells of sunshine interchange with the ones of dark clouds
hovering above and then all of a sudden a thunder strikes down, sends shivers
down your spine, throws some new light on the world and makes you look around
with a new insight. After a period of heavy rains, what might follow is a
period of long drought. Having </atom:summary><link>http://meetyourfellowrefugee.blogspot.com/2012/02/healing-power-of-writing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (fellow)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458614685871041781.post-751609221194904279</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 16:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-23T11:57:54.934+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ethnic wars</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">refugee integration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self-exploration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self-help</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">understanding refugees</category><title>A quick test</title><atom:summary type="text">


It will take just a minute as it actually consists of one question only:



In your opinion, is the universe we live in friendly or hostile?



If by any chance Einstein, who supposedly believed this to be one of the most fundamental questions we can ever ask ourselves, lived today he would have given you the following test key:



If you believe that the universe is a hostile place, you will </atom:summary><link>http://meetyourfellowrefugee.blogspot.com/2011/11/perception-of-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (fellow)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458614685871041781.post-9168238960648050990</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Oct 2011 17:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-28T17:57:52.282+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ethnic wars</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">perception of refugees</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">refugee integration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self-help</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">understanding refugees</category><title>Do you need a couch?</title><atom:summary type="text">
I’ve always been somewhat shy. I admit it. As a kid, I would hide behind my Dad’s legs trying to avoid the shower of kisses coming down on me from my over-excited relatives. Having my cheeks all sticky and wet afterwards didn’t help much either.&amp;nbsp;
I guess seeing people at their worst some ten years later, helped even less. How can you ever again think highly of humans, once you feel the </atom:summary><link>http://meetyourfellowrefugee.blogspot.com/2011/10/couchsurfing-as-therapy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (fellow)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458614685871041781.post-8675891959009373779</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2011 08:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-28T17:57:17.014+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ethnic wars</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">opposite sides of war</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">understanding refugees</category><title>The closed door</title><atom:summary type="text">It was an early autumn morning when she headed to join the military convoy. An hour later she was climbing the stairs up to the fourth floor in one of the residential buildings. She finally reached the familiar door panting. It had been months since she last climbed them. Her hand hovered over the doorbell for a couple of long minutes. Was that the sound of footsteps on the other side? And then </atom:summary><link>http://meetyourfellowrefugee.blogspot.com/2011/07/closed-door.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (fellow)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458614685871041781.post-8267012364804401801</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 May 2011 11:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-24T13:12:21.766+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids and war</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">perception of refugees</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">refugee integration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">refugee teenagers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">refugees and locals</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">understanding refugees</category><title>Crossroads</title><atom:summary type="text">&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0   21         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; 
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@UNHCR
Even these days, after many years of being far from my homeland, whenever travelling through the vast plains and gazing through the window my eyes seem to draw shapes of vague mountain silhouettes somewhere at the far end. It is because my childhood horizons were always framed with them. A few seconds later my mind reports back with some disappointment: “Oh, those are just the clouds”.</atom:summary><link>http://meetyourfellowrefugee.blogspot.com/2010/12/thinking-of-return.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (fellow)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMigbCYYf6ZQ67_5YGPCWmCjKwqSKiI0qx0VN9yQ_5t16nfmghc2KxU5NY9Gv5yYOduqCPlBoCU2Mk5ziAyLSYvAvPZhXCYQdOZxL-bfWKuVxeppb_13hS6kzkuCSdtn7470M4DS7d_U/s72-c/Moving+on.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458614685871041781.post-3508905500266884141</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Oct 2010 11:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-14T22:49:31.911+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ethnic wars</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self-help</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">understanding refugees</category><title>Alice in Bomberland</title><atom:summary type="text">I’ve  heard that in some countries people don’t know who their President or  Prime Minister is. Life in these countries runs smoothly, people mind  their own business, rarely anyone bothers to watch the news, flowers  bud, children play, the sky is blue. That sounds much like a Neverland  to me. And for those who find living this unruffled life a little boring  and wish for some adrenaline rush, </atom:summary><link>http://meetyourfellowrefugee.blogspot.com/2010/10/alice-in-bomberland.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (fellow)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458614685871041781.post-2984940052447628855</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Oct 2010 21:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-07T18:54:25.166+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ethnic wars</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">opposite sides of war</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">perception of refugees</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">refugee integration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">refugees and locals</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self-help</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">understanding refugees</category><title>Have you helped someone today?</title><atom:summary type="text">Once again it was morning, in another city, in another country, sunny, fresh and full of surprises. The bus stopped after a half an hour of rhythmical clink-clanking and I stepped off a little drowsy into an early morning hustle and bustle of the city market. Rivers of people hurrying to work were intersected with sellers dragging huge bundles of this and that, honking, grumbling, bellowing. &amp;</atom:summary><link>http://meetyourfellowrefugee.blogspot.com/2010/10/have-you-helped-someone-today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (fellow)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjhNEZmnOI4O2rG6O_ib6LMIF1AX7cpc_PELrBLEyioQ5V19gzMI-tMlGNV5cYIfDVvqXBJc7Rlr23Yx2skrUrW6aprOxvdsrt_YAdy3_ixJ0MIzN6pu6EHp1shsH-COGwQP9iBDER3wY/s72-c/Shoes+off.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458614685871041781.post-3415071396017838894</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Sep 2010 17:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-07-12T11:29:44.916+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ethnic wars</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids and war</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">refugee teenagers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self-exploration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">understanding refugees</category><title>A page from a refugee diary</title><atom:summary type="text">
It was an extremely intriguing morning of exploring the bonds of my mind and consciousness, a morning of revealing a part of myself which has long been buried under the pressure of a turbulent time that was behind me.


I was walking down the streets in no particular direction, just enjoying the sun and filling in my lungs with the healing smell of pines and the sea. It was amazing how quickly </atom:summary><link>http://meetyourfellowrefugee.blogspot.com/2010/09/page-from-refugees-diary.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (fellow)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458614685871041781.post-1545068142402337232</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Sep 2010 09:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-15T11:04:53.903+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">elderly refugees</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ethnic wars</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">refugee integration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">refugees and locals</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">understanding refugees</category><title>A survivor</title><atom:summary type="text">
Believe it or not, &amp;nbsp;this smiling face has been through a couple of wars, lost a son and a husband, had to flee her home with nothing more than a bundle of clothes and travelled for days on a small tractor-trailer, some years later ended up in a hospital with a broken hip and was quickly sent back home because the patients who make it over eighty are here considered to be too old for surgery</atom:summary><link>http://meetyourfellowrefugee.blogspot.com/2010/09/lives-in-exile.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (fellow)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgct3XwlNa-ya8mofFcf7B9RESkNosCwGJHopwA9E3bzb13z2ZGT7q3Hkrqx6ihx-MfoUFGcspQHj9_zvCimA-28ixVQeM-SopiaoiwRRRZrurISQ-bZym6KzLg0tDT2Py28ddU5rndDws/s72-c/Survivor.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458614685871041781.post-3896919845934618742</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Sep 2010 21:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-12T11:45:23.906+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">elderly refugees</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">perception of refugees</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">refugee integration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">refugees and locals</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self-help</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">understanding refugees</category><title>How to survive escaping a bullet?</title><atom:summary type="text"> 
In one of his nineteenth century novels, Balzac complains that doctors have come up with so many new specialised terms for illnesses that on hearing them you have no clue as to their origin and cause. As if these names live a life of their own, alienated from an individual and the possible complexities of his of her life. In the old days, people would say that one suffers from unrequited love, </atom:summary><link>http://meetyourfellowrefugee.blogspot.com/2010/09/deaths-in-exile.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (fellow)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsl_kFtZxqM2yr0HHqjKwbkwVQXbT-eQLld42BULBcm7tdaUF3gVSbc0Sz3knYhUoIwW_WXENRsE-Ff7NHDjB_HDp29a8Xne9iYtLEc-TSWSb5dkNdgxhW-UGfRmkY01ftsewVRwut9kE/s72-c/refugee+in+a+suburb.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458614685871041781.post-8102125477038391524</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Aug 2010 20:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-19T23:16:25.429+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">refugee integration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">refugees and locals</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self-exploration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self-help</category><title>Hello Mr/Ms Harp!</title><atom:summary type="text">Are you a refugee who sticks to your clan because you feel at ease with those who know what you’ve been through?
And you think that the rest of the world would never understand it anyway? 
You believe “they” wouldn’t even understand your jokes, let alone your dreams and fears?

Of course, your fellows in war, or whatever, will understand you better but is that all there really is to &amp;nbsp;</atom:summary><link>http://meetyourfellowrefugee.blogspot.com/2010/08/are-you-refugee-who-sticks-to-your-clan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (fellow)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458614685871041781.post-3167882822578615953</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Aug 2010 17:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-19T23:25:43.761+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">importance of education</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids and war</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music as a therapy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">perception of refugees</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">refugee integration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">refugee teenagers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">refugees and locals</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self-help</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">understanding refugees</category><title>The music of a war child</title><atom:summary type="text">If you are a teenage refugee, lucky enough to be able to continue your education in the exile, you’re likely to be confronted with some or all of the following questions and comments:
&amp;nbsp; 
So, what sort of music do you like? What’s your favourite band? Fancy a smoke? You don’t smoke?! (After scanning you from top to bottom) “Interesting” shoes, where did you get those!? How about plucking your</atom:summary><link>http://meetyourfellowrefugee.blogspot.com/2010/08/music-of-war-child.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (fellow)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458614685871041781.post-2930020105515936856</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Aug 2010 13:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-01T20:45:09.377+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ethnic wars</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">opposite sides of war</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people manipulation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">understanding refugees</category><title>Too familiar to hate</title><atom:summary type="text">A refugee girl was telling her life story on TV when the interviewer asked her:
 
“How do you feel about the people who belong to the nationality that caused you and your family so much pain?” 
 
and the girl answered:
 
“I know that people who belong to the same nationality are not all good or bad, but I still feel very uncomfortable with the issue. I cannot forgive or forget what happened…”.
 
</atom:summary><link>http://meetyourfellowrefugee.blogspot.com/2010/08/too-familiar-to-hate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (fellow)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458614685871041781.post-9189486787068010570</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2010 08:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-01T20:41:37.747+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people manipulation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">perception of refugees</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">refugees and locals</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self-help</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">understanding refugees</category><title>Who is your fellow Martian, oops, I mean refugee?</title><atom:summary type="text">If you look up the word in a dictionary,  it might give you a clue http://www.thefreedictionary.com/refugee but  I&#39;m sure it will still sound pretty abstract. What danger is it about?  Do these people just walk away? Maybe they did something bad so they  were rightfully kicked out of their country? Are you to trust these  people? 

Try to imagine your life changes over night. Or maybe  not over </atom:summary><link>http://meetyourfellowrefugee.blogspot.com/2010/08/who-is-your-fellow-martian-oops-i-mean.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (fellow)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>