Friday, March 14, 2008

Mission Accomplished

In the dark hours of the early morning, I arrived in Kazakhstan once again. A car was waiting for me at the terminal curb, and I was driven directly from the Almaty airport to Andrei’s arrival at the train station. Andrei was groggy and confused, but his surrender into my arms said that he was happy to see me. I was almost giddy about seeing him, having endured so much anticipation about bringing him home. Andrei and I were then taken to our temporary apartment where we would stay until our departure for America.
Andrei and I were only supposed to stay in Almaty for a few days, but after a delayed embassy appointment and a flight cancellation, our sojourn lasted for nearly a week. In spite of the extended wait, the time we spent was good. The weather was much nicer than we (I) expected and our inner city locale provided many opportunities for wandering and goofing off. It was liberating to share this time and space with Andrei outside the confines of the orphanage.
The flight home proved to be difficult. In fact, I am going to hang myself out and say that the flight home with Andrei was the single most difficult thing I have ever done. Poor Andrei is wary of strangers and quickly decided that he liked the thrusting and turbulent airplane even less. Factoring in the requisite discomfort and fatigue, the stresses of long-distance travel pushed him to his limits. Twenty-seven hours later, we made it.
Since being home, Andrei has taken remarkably well to our family, and especially of Edward. I don’t understand the wavelength that passes between the kindred spirits of youth, but there is something easy and playful that can’t be mimicked with an authority figure. When Edward is on the trampoline with Andrei, Andrei couldn’t laugh harder. And when Edward is putting on his shoes for school, little Andrei is sliding on the first shoe he can find so he can go to school, too. Life is good.



















Friday, February 29, 2008

Operation Kazakhstan: The Final Chapter

Word has finally been received that the U.S. Embassy in Kazakhstan is prepared to issue Andrei his immigration visa to America. Gaining this visa will be the long anticipated conclusion to the patient and enduring process of bringing Andrei home to our family. I will soon return to Kazakhstan - this time without Becky - and will be reunited with Andrei in Almaty for the first time since Becky and I left Karaganda a few weeks earlier. I can only imagine Andrei’s bewilderment when he sees me, surely not understanding where I have been all this time. I can also imagine this will not be the only source of his confusion, having just been uprooted from the only existence he can recall in the Karaganda orphanage.
But Andrei is not home yet. Before leaving Kazakhstan, he must submit to an exit health exam, and the two of us will face up to Embassy officials as they interview us (me) prior to the issuance of the visa. In all, Andrei and I will spend maybe three days in Almaty before we board our flight back to America. As in Karaganda, the winter is harsh in Almaty, and the days spent here will certainly not be the most pleasurable that we will share. Additionally, I will have to combat my anxieties about the long travel home (a potential ordeal with a two-year-old child). To quell this anxiety, I have been preparing myself by internally chanting: “this is all about Andrei, and the hardships and discomforts are temporary,” over and over again.
For the next few days until my departure to Almaty, I will spend my time hovering between two separate realities: my more recent inhabitance of a Bavarian mountain valley in southern Germany, and my mental anticipations of Kazakhstan and America. I am currently staying with my friend Thorsten in an 18th century farm house near Bad Tölz, not far from the Austrian border. With an early spring arrival, the local farming scene has come to life, preparing and fertilizing the patchworks of pasteur for the season’s hay production and grazing. Farmers, wives, tractors and animals have been mobilized, and it has been pacifying for my mind and soul to spectate the time-old dance that has been so integral to European (and human) development. This classic Bavarian reprieve has afforded me the rest and reserve I will need for the events to come.
In all, Operation Kazakhstan has been a wild experience. From the struggles of Kazakhstan to the riches of Europe, I have been able to place foot and finger upon the places and lifestyles I had known only from books. But I long to be with my family now, wearied by our separation across the globe. More than ever, I am ready to “mission accomplish”, and introduce Andrei to Edward as well as our American home. Fortunately, the time will be soon.

Charles

Images from Bavaria







Thursday, February 21, 2008

A European Odyssey

With Becky recently gone for home from our European visit, I remain in the Wuppertal river valley of the German foothills above the city of Cologne. Our friends, Thorsten and Jovanka, with whom we have shared many experiences over the course of a decade, greeted us in Amsterdam and carried us back to their home in this story-book German setting. While Becky was still with us, we embarked on an essential European experience: visiting a late medieval castle in Schlossburg, marveling at the great gothic Cathedral in Cologne, and even witnessing a host of well-known female rockclimbers pit their strengths at a nearby competition (something innately European). I am already missing Becky, having just shared the experience of a lifetime in Kazakhstan, and look forward to the assembly of our new family to be united. For now, I will delve and ponder the ways and wonders of European life as I await my return to Almaty.
Germany is an exemplary example of European lifestyle and the rich world at large. People here take great care to ensure a high quality of life, and the examples range from the superb breads, meats and cheeses that arrive at our dinner table to the immaculate landscapes and details of their homes. Even the quality of the roads here is extraordinary, something especially noticeable when you are shotgunning a mid-range BMW down the Autobahn at 125mph. Nothing that Becky and I saw in Kazakhstan could compare to level of sophistication that this society employs. It is interesting to consider that during the thousand year interim between the shattering of the Roman Empire and the emergence of the Italian Renaissance - a period known as the Middle Ages - Germania, as it was then known, was among the more depressed regions of the civilized world. A bit of European history helps to lay the framework:
The Middle Ages was when modern Europe began to take shape. After the fall of Rome (for which the fatal blow was dealt by Germanic tribes), continental Europe, particularly north of the Alps, fragmented into thousands of independent feudal communities. Where Rome was a civilized society with literacy, art and architecture such that the world had never known, the Middle Ages regressed to a pre-civilized state of sustenance farming and superstitious preoccupation. As farm production gradually improved and figures such as King Charlemagne of the Franks began to set a new state building precedent, the wealth that had continued to float on the Mediterranean Sea, as drifting from the Silk Road and the Byzantine Empire, started to find its way back to Europe.
The Bubonic Plague, or Black Death as it is commonly called, arguably kicked off a new dawn for late medieval Europe. A deadly disease that found its way into the West after traveling along the Silk Road from China, the Black Death reduced the European population by nearly half. The severe reduction in size of the European labor class effectively overhauled the “social contract” as feudal farm tenants suddenly gained a greater value in society. Eventually, this bottom up restructuring gave rise to a bourgeoisie middle-class, an important development for the free-thinking minds that would later contribute to the Age of Enlightenment, a period of heightened philosophic and scientific inquiry.
The Age of Enlightenment is considered by many to be the turning point from which Western civilization pulled away from the rest of the world. No longer content with the Biblical explanations of the natural world, Enlightenment thinkers began to rally over many of the great unsolved problems, such as the role of the earth in the physical universe, and the evolution of man and biological species. As scientific understanding increased, manipulation over nature also increased. This movement is expressed in the burst of industrialized effort from this period. But this era of problem solving wouldn’t stay bound to the confines of Europe for long. New knowledge about maritime navigation and the spherical nature of the globe pushed European colonial efforts to ever expanding frontiers until the Western influence was felt the world over. Years later, a circumstantial power shift would give favor to one of these European colonies, and America would emerge to become the greatest globalizing power of all time. It will be interesting to see where this power lies in the future.
Germany is an interesting vantage point from which to cast this survey of historical perspective. Despite a couple of bad episodes that still reverberate through the modern day (read the World Wars), Germany is a country that holds deeply to its national heritage. The people here are still in the thrall of a way of living that must have held steady through their ancestral ages: the mandatory look in the eye upon mealtime “cheers”, the kiss on the cheek upon friendly greetings, and the tactful deliberations among casual friends (not to mention a love for sausages, a weariness of the “Franks” and “Hollandaise”, and a penchant for BMWs).
Near Jovanka’s flat in Wuppertal, there is a footpath that leads to a nearby forest. Every morning, I like to walk there, musing at the ornate and picturesque German houses along the way. From the far edge of the forest floor, I can see the rolling hills of the most beautifully manicured farmland I have ever seen. My imagination runs wild during this time, thinking through the ages of European development, about America’s rise to colonial and world domination, and about how places like Kazakhstan got left behind. Despite my being enamored with this place that is not my home, I consider myself immensely lucky to be American, and I hope that Andrei will grow to feel the same way.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Monday, February 11, 2008

Postcard to Edward

Edward, our 7-year old son, has been a trooper extraordinaire throughout the entire process of Andrei’s adoption. He has been staying with my folks in Salt Lake City, and the reports that Becky and I receive have told a story of how grown up this young man is becoming. Edward has consistently readied himself for school in the morning, and has taken responsibility for his school work with only minimal hounding. Edward has undoubtedly missed Becky and I, as we have intensely missed him, but it sounds as though he has kept his cool and acted like the young man that he is.
Edward has been skiing this year for The Canyons Summit Ski Team. This last weekend, our family friend Patrick took Edward to one of his races at Brighton. We are told that he had a great run and was also a great sport. Edward is an awesome skier and is certain to be an awesome big brother as well.

We love you Edward!

Mom and Dad