Sunday, August 19, 2018

We talked about Masuno Yurika



I know that IPM in Vietnam in 2015 will be recalled forever as a case of risk/ change/ crisis management. But let's forget about it. In November 2014, in an AIESEC conference in Switzerland, we talked about Masuno Yurika. If you are wondering who she is, you can check this blog below.

https://japantake.wordpress.com/2012/08/30/masuno-yurika/

This has been around lately and I wasn’t sure if I should write about it or not. To be honest I have nothing new to add to this, but I decided I should write my thoughts on the matter anyway, since it concerns both Japan and my home country.
I’ll give the details about the tragic incident in short and comment on them afterwards. Masuno Yurika was a university student in Japan and a member of the student organization AIESEC. She was in an exchange program and had decided to come to Romania and teach Japanese in a language program called “Language sCool”.
She arrived at Bucharest Airport alone, nobody waiting for her there. After leaving the airport, a man offered to find her a taxi that would take her to Bucharest Station where she would have taken a train ride to Craiova. It didn’t happen, however. The man got out of the taxi with her, ten minutes from the Airport, in a nearby forest. I’ll spare you the unpleasant details, the girl was mugged, raped and murdered. The murderer then covered her body with leaves and left.
He was taken into custody four hours after the body was found. Normally, you’d say the Romanian police is competent, but it’s quite the opposite. The man was already a suspect in several rape and robbery cases. Not only did the Airport security cameras see them together and the cab driver testified he left them in that particular spot where the body was found, but the murderer also stole the girl’s cell phone, that her parents recognized as being hers at a later date. Recent investigations found that the man had raped and murdered someone just 10 days prior to this, namely a 73 year old retired woman.
No, I made no mistake, he raped and murdered an old lady.
I’ll say this, even with the risk of sounding racist. The man is a gypsy. Why is this important? It’s not, particularly, but I say it because it’s true. It could have been anyone, but it wasn’t. I always try to keep an open mind; you can’t judge an individual by the actions of the group he unwillingly is a part of. Still, when I get beaten up in the middle of the day by 7 gypsies that believe my hair is too long (it’s not even shoulder length by the way), or when something like Miss Masuno’s death happens, it’s hard not to hate them.
While I blame the psycho gypsy for her death, both the Romanian police and the AIESEC organization have a part of the blame.
First off, why was this man free if he had quite a few rape and robbery charges on him? Because there was not enough money to make a DNA test and convict him. Take a moment to think about it. Rapists are left to wander the streets here because there aren’t enough money for DNA tests. Let’s proceed to the fact that just 10 days earlier he had raped and murdered an old lady. Let me just say that this was discovered only AFTER Masuno Yurika’s body was discovered and the police started getting pressured for results. This is typical Romanian behavior; they didn’t worry too much about it when it was a local issue, but when it became an international issue, suddenly they were competent.
Now, AIESEC. They’re just as much to blame as the police is. Why was there nobody there waiting for her? They knew full well what happens at the airport in Bucharest and even if they didn’t, if you’ve lived for more than a few months here you’ll know a young girl shouldn’t go out at night, let alone in such dangerous places like Airports and train stations. It’s just not safe and the police doesn’t help you; a combination of not being paid enough and the fact that they actually like the criminals, with whom they are often seen chatting. The people of AIESEC must have known all this; how could they leave her to fate like that? We’ll never know because both AIESEC Romania and AIESEC Japan refuse to comment on the situation. I believe AIESEC Romania gave a “sorry, we can’t say anything, kthxbai”.
In the end, I can’t say I’m surprised. Saddened, that an innocent died again, yes, but not surprised. It’s just one more thing to hate about this place. It’s a pity, really; if the people would leave, it would be a beautiful place.
Rest well, Masuno Yurika.
I remembered that the delegates didn't focus on the session. Sarah stood up and told them about this 'taboo', about something that someone who always speaks up about youth development, leadership, about changing the world like us has to forever remember.

Saturday, August 18, 2018

Can I have a happy ending when I leave the country?

I don’t mean to talk about relationship or marriage. Can I just happily leave the country when I tick off the checklist of understanding the culture, doing something good for at least the company I work for, having a friend for life while I still somehow keep in touch like the Belgian ones I have?

I bumped into a nice blog of an American couple about their life in Tanzania. Sadly, they left the country in mid 2017. I was like OMG this is me, this is 100% my thought when I read the posts.

“I am tired of my daily walk to and from the daladala, where twenty to thirty pikipiki (motorcycle) drivers like to sit and await their next passenger. Just in case I don’t notice that there’s a huge group of motorcycles all bunched on the corner of the road in close proximity to where I will board the joke that is public transportation in this country, they respectfully like to shout, “Mzungu!” “Baby!” “Sweetie!” Because who doesn’t love being harassed every morning on their way to work?” — the not so fun reality of culture shock.

I found myself being shouted at “Mchina!” “Baby!” “Come here” “Give me money” when I walked on the street or cycled to work. I found an immigration officer asking for bribe in the morning in order to lodge the permit application for my boss, then in the evening texting me “Are you sleeping cute lady? Can I come over to sleep? Why not? Why? Why?” Yet we had no chemistry when I met him at his office. He wore wedding ring and put his spouse on this avatar. I wonder what he expected. And more than one guy who I have just met called or texted me that he missed me, he loved me, he was going to die if I didn’t do the same. I paid to get educated. Gradually the teacher kept complaining about his earnings, asked if I can drink, why I refused to go for a drink with him. What is the point of it all?

My Kenyan housemate talked about the coconut and mango. The coconuts are people who might be hard to get along with at first, but once you get to know them more, you will be friends for life. On the other hand, the mangoes are soft outside but never show their vulnerability or open for you to be real friends. Tanzanians, to me, are mangoes. The connection to most of them, is no more than surface-level.

Water

2016.

I got a one-way ticket to Dar es Salaam, Tanzania and gave my parents a few days’ notice. I knew nothing about the country. The company seemed nice, so I just went for it. A taxi driver picked me up, dropped me at a guesthouse, and told me that he would come the next day to take me to the bus station. I chickened out. No electricity. No internet. I was so afraid of going out to buy water. I asked the receptionist whether I can exchange my complimentary breakfast for a bottle of water. She said no.

The following day I got on the most terrible bus/ coach that I have ever been to in my life. There was neither air conditioner nor water. The roads were rough. The windows were left open to welcome the red dust. I didn’t dare to step out of my comfort zone, just to buy water. I doubted that people drink certain brands of drinking water. I shouldn’t pay any peddlers for a bottle of water. I can die on a bus going nowhere without a mean to communicate with anyone. I asked a passenger who sat in front of me to share with me a little of her water. She said no. I assumed water in Tanzania, or in Africa according to my ignorance at that time, is very scarce and expensive.

The first thing I begged for when I got to the staff house was drinking water. I finished a 1.5-liter bottle in a blink of an eye.

I stocked up drinking water in my room. Several days later, there was no water in the house, so I had to use that water to brush my teeth and keep clean.

Since then, water becomes my favorite drink.