t(o)urkey

It has a funny story. On the exact same day that I decided to quit my programmer job, a job that was just about to give me a significant raise, but a job that I started to feel as a misuse of my energy and time, I bumped into a call for a filming course in Turkey. I have just made up my mind to follow my dreams instead of following that of others (my boss wanted to prove that he can transform me into the next Zuckerberg). Having a long-time fascination for films, I knew this was the chance to start over. In the past, I already edited a couple of short and/or documentary productions and I simply adored both the process and the outcome. On that November day, I felt it was time to refresh and improve these dormant skills in me, bringing my creative storyteller spirit to the next level. So I quit there. And so I applied here. And two days later I was selected as the Hungarian participant. Unfortunately, I didn't have a lot of time to prepare, as November turned out to be an incredibly busy period for me. Before travelling, I even caught a massive cold, so for a couple of days I was considering to skip the trip. Finally I managed to settle all the inner and outer turmoil, thanks mostly to a large dosage of lemon and garlic (lemon for the germs, garlic for the jerks). :-)

..FYI: not just the ladies..

Before travelling to the location of the traning course, I had to stay in Istanbul for two days. OK, I didn't have to. I wanted to. And it was the best decision. Being an open-minded person and priding myself on being curious and tolerant, I have a hard time admitting that I did have some prejudice against going to an Islamic country. Not because of the typical Western reason, the fear of Jihadic violence. No, that I didn't have, as I had researched that area long before to know that extremists exist everywhere, killing in the name of anything. But what I couldn't accept (and in a way I still cannot) is the gender issue. Since lately I am quite gender-conscious -- actually I was even called the Equal Opportunities Officer a couple of times -- I view many things through these lenses. And let's accept, most of the established churches, Islam being one, perform quite badly in this respect. With all these preconceptions, I arrived to the banks of Bosphorus and I found myself fascinated by the city and the culture marked by mosques, minarets, and muezzin. Istanbul had such a unique atmosphere that simply mesmerized me. I must say, those two days took me on a spiritual, inward journey (and it was not just because of the large dosage of Turkish tea I was cleansing myself with  :-).

In this mindset, I had to continue my journey to Kars, a small town next to the (closed) Turkish-Armenian border. Seemingly, it was a completely uninteresting and unimpressive city, especially after Istanbul, but its relevance lies exactly in the ethnic conflicts, of the Turkish, Kurdish, Armenian,  Russian, and Azerbaijani inhabitants, that resulted in the very decadence we see today. The city had too much history to cover and we had too little time to explore, so the filming part of the training was not as successful and effective as I had expected. (We started to make short films about antiracism, about local relations, about the torn down monument of the Armenian-Turkish friendship, and so on, but nobody really completed their projects in those 7 days.) There was, however, a lot to learn on a different level. We were a multi-ethnic group of 30 people, just like a school class. As a teacher and coach, it was an eye-opening experience for me to be on the other side.

We were representing quite different cultures, backgrounds, and world views. Occasionally, I was the only one in my group of 5-6 that was not religious, let alone, not Muslim. Nothing really was self-evident, like on what grounds I (and Western mainstream ideology) think it was debatable why Muslim women have to cover their faces, or why LGBT (what? who?) are not unnatural to claim rights, or why is given so much space in politics. All the group projects were challenging, because we needed to reach a group decision. It was rare when two people were on the same side. The reason that I (we) felt frustrated so often in these group processes made me (us) realize how bloody difficult it is to live in real democracy, one vote meaning just one vote. :-) Also, as a teaching method, I came to view groupwork a bit differently. Previously I had glorified it, considering it more effective, in most cases, than individual or frontal methods. Now I was reminded that it should not be overused though, because it does have its social-cooperational value, but as far as work-efficiency is concerned, it heavily depends on the personality of the members, which only occasionally is free of conflict.

We had a funny task once. As a social-cultural experiment, we had to draw our countries on a blind map. The Netherlands started, then came a miniature version of Germany (to correct the size problems set by Holland). This is when I was supposed to put Hungary on the map. It was hilarious to see how I placed it so damn far from Western Europe (yes, my mis-perception of the position of Hungary :-). To mend the situation, the Italian girl decided to draw her country reverse, as if Italy was "kicking" Hungary away. This is how we ended up with a new, very welcomed, neighbor: Sicily. Bella Taormina! :-) On the East, then, Azerbaijan became our new border-country, which again is a very fortunate change if you bear in mind that it will become a lot easier like this to travel to the European Games next year. :-)

All in all, it was a successful 11 days. We reshaped borders, brought cultures together, and had a lot of fun. 

to use or not to use

Do you use Prezi? Still not?! It has 40 million users and you are telling me you are not one of them?! What is your excuse?!

OK, I'll save you from the rest of the marketing bullshit. 

As an avid Prezilian and a dedicated educator, I have been evangelizing Prezi as a great educational tool. I gave a number of talks, seminars, and workshops, to introduce the benefits of this fairly young online software. Thanks to my researcher spirit, it also meant that I started surveying what people think about Prezi (gee, am I becoming a UX researcher?). The general opinion I encountered is strangely ambivalent. While most people are fascinated to see prezis, for their dynamism and spacial virtuosity, very few of them are comfortable when it comes to making them. In other words, a great number of people reach the point of user registration, with the intention to master this genial tool, but quite many of them end up entering their account once or twice only. More often than not, they quit after a couple of attempts. Simply speaking, it is because many people still find it too difficult and time-consuming, as compared to PowerPoint. 

Bearing this in mind, I tried to find and propose solutions for an easier prezi production. This is how I bumped into templates, whose sole purpose is to make the software more user-friendly. I figured, their use must be very frequent, given that people generally struggle with all the freedom, as far as content and design are concerned. So, following this hypothesis of mine, I launched a research project and accepted to present it at a conference. This conference was just yesterday.

I must admit as a start, my hypothesis proved wrong. People don't seem to use templates; in fact, because of the arrangements of the page, most of the templates (let's say, 80 out of 90) remain hidden for most users (they would need to discover a button and make a click to find the majority of the templates). Also, the templates are restricted to certain themes (football, space travel, botanics, journey, etc.), or they are very schematic (imagine five circles and four arrows); this means that it is limited what topic they can be ideal for. Thirdly, people have a hard time customizing them. If, say, they only need four cicles for their four main topics, and the template contains five, they are stuck (no kidding).

To present this topic, of course, I also made a prezi, using one of the templates (called Uncharted Territory). Since most of the times I start my prezis from blank, having to use a template was a more or less uncharted territory for me. My impression about them is that, for a starter, they are useful (you can get inspiration and tips how to construct a prezi), but once you become more expert, they seem to be too limiting (both theme- and stucture-wise).

Below you can click through my prezi. Full screen recommended.

BCN

July signals the end of the school year, when teachers finally get crazy and break free after a mentally and emotionally engaging (or sometimes devastating) period. As for me, I decided to use the time to work on my academic life, so I applied to go to a conference late June, early July. As the event was in Barcelona, I considered it half my vacation, half my reunion with my dormant scholar alterego. I must say, the trip turned out to be so successful in both, by going beyond expectations, that I have been feeling transformed ever since.

First of all, I had never been to Spain before, nor had I known what to expect from the Spanish (at that point I didn't even know that Catalans are not Spanish). The tips I got was: "watch out for your purse in Barcelona" and "prepare that people will not speak English". To be fair, I didn't encounter any personal insults but I did witness a thief running away from the beach with the stuff of a swimmer. Regarding English, it was indeed true that many locals didn't speak, but never before have I been helped this many times by locals (despite the language barrier). So expectations, to some level, were fulfilled. However, the experience left me enchanted much more than I could anticipate. It was not just the unique architecture and the pleasant geographical charateristics that mesmerized me, but it was the Catalan spirit as well. Like I wrote before about Ireland, I tend to be moved by resisters and fighters. Maybe because I view my country as one (although not a very successful one).

It was not just the city that was an interesting experience. The conference I went to present my topic -- this time about domestic violence in Hungary -- was so chaotic which I thought only Italians could produce. The organizers sent out several versions of the schedule in advance. According to one version, I was supposed to present my paper twice. When I pointed it out, they apologized and told me it was going to be on Thursday. Then in the next "final" version, I was scheduled for Friday. And with a wrong title. At this point I stopped myself from sending out the tenth email. We were debating about my presentation anyway. I informed then, just out of politeness, that I am bringing a prezi (not a powerpoint). They said, after a week, that I should make a ppt instead, because they cannot run prezis. My jaw dropped but I kept calm. Instead of expressing that I find it incredible that in an academic conference in Western Europe there is no computer that can manage such a (by now) basic program, I just sent them a link that described the technical requirements of running a prezi. I hoped this will open their eyes. But it didn't: still I was advised to change my prezi into a ppt. Naturally, I didn't. I still thought they were just lazy to deal with my request. And guess what, I was right. Their laptops -- what a surprise -- had no problem running my prezi! And again, guess what: my talk was rescheduled again. I was calmly sitting in the audience Thursday afternoon, knowing that I would present the next morning, when the moderators walked to me to say that according to their schedule it is my turn now. "You know what? If I present now, tomorrow I can go sightsee earlier" -- I thought. I gave a very pleasant speech (despite the theme), because I just didn't have the time to worry. And my prezi rocked.

The trip was interesting from a cultural point of view as well. At the conference I made friends with a couple of extraordinary people, even if you only consider their origins. We took this picture during one of the lunch breaks and titled it: From 4 continents. Ethiopia -- Sri Lanka -- Hungary -- Chile. It's a pity there was no one from Australia. :-D

an englishman in new york

Last weekend I went to Prague for a teaching conference. Ironically, the most inspirational input found me in the hall of Kino Lucerna, before a film screening at a festival I just dropped by. As I was waiting for the film to start in a packed auditorium, a guy sat down next to me. He arrived alone, so he decided to socalize with whoever fate brought next to him; and it was me. He asked me, in English, the supposed common language of ours, where I was from, and when he got to know I came from Hungary, he changed to a broken but cute Hungarian. Hungarian! We, Hungarians, tend to consider our language to be a secret code that few know about and even less manage to master. This guy, a Sicilian, born in Argentina, now living in Prague, is one of those. The funny part, in addition to the serendipitous fact that he was meant to sit down right there next to me in an audience of mostly Czechs, was when he shared the reason that had pushed him to master our language. As he recalled, he decided to learn Hungarian when his Hungarian penfriend sent him a song that left him mesmerized.

"Nagy utazás" (Big Journey), from Gábor Presser, has never been any special for me. Apparently, for someone else it was. Although the success of learning a language doesn't depend solely on liking a song connected to that culture, the initial spark ignited by any such experience can serve as an impetus strong enough to help overcome the inevitable obstacles on the road to acquiring the language.

So don't stop searching and sharing inspiration!