A day in life
Teodora Borghoff, Romania
Today I got up at 5:45 and the noises of my village are overwhelming. Not just the dogs and the roosters, the whole animal kind is in frenzy. The geese and ducks get out of the yards already around 6 am while the cows are being milked. The farmers that are not yet ready with the hey-work got up a couple of hours before to cut the grass while it is still wet. It is going to be hot today, probably over 32’C but the morning breeze is just perfect.
Today is a day of travel for me. I leave my village around 6:30 making waves of dust on the small cobble stone road. My destination: Firliug, one of the communities I assist in a program run by the Romanian Ministry of Communication and Technology. The Romanian Government is trying to reduce the technology gap found in remote rural areas by setting ”Local Electronic Networks”. Basically the Ministry supported 255 rural and small cities municipalities to set up a network between the town hall, the schools, the library and a newly created ”Information Public Access Point”. Most importantly, all the subventioned equipment has decent access to Internet. My role is to support the managers and the administrators of the local networks in 8 such municipalities deliver creative services to their communities that would support the local development. I have to admit I have a parallel agenda: I offer all my technology expertise to the local people with the hope they will find the advantages of their life style and hold to it.
Around 8:00 am I arrive in Firliug. The village is quite similar to mine: hilly landscape, forests and next to the village are the fields with crops. I meet the Local Network Administrator to prepare our plan for the day. In Firliug is a festive day today: the town hall is organising a local festival to promote the local products. Our role is to document the event and post the material on relevant Internet sites. We also distribute flyers to the local producers with our offer: basic courses on use of new communication technologies, communication via Skype or Messenger with relatives abroad, posting and reading private adverts in online regional publications and portals, advertising local products in regional and national business directories, finding information on various bureaucratic aspects of life (pensions, insurances, medical services).
I enjoy the festival very much – the richness of local products is overwhelming. In fact it is a market with vegetables, diary products, locally brewed alcohol, small and large animals. All come within 10 km from the festival location.
I wished all local goodies were organically certified – in spite of the great potential and the little use of pesticides and fertilisers (often they are unaffordable for local people), very few traditional farmers actually consciously use biological methods. I have a chat with some representatives of the local associations of honey producers, I give them concrete examples of huge differences in selling price between “normal” no-label honey and the bottled bio certified one. The bee-keeper nods his head, says I am not the first one to tell him that and says he would think about. I hope he will contact my colleagues in the Internet Access point to ask for detailed information about costs and certification bodies in the region.
I stay a bit longer near the horses. I like them enormously. Many are not for sale, the owners love them too much and want to show them off. I am happy the horses are still appreciated for their work (they plough, pull carts and logs from the forest and other type of work I do not even find words in the English dictionary). The guy from the next major city that sells small tractors hopes for a good selling day too. I pass by his stand in a rush.
At the end of the festival, back to the computer room, my colleague and I revise the photos and the videos we both been shooting. We draft a press release we send by e-mail with the best pictures. We also laugh and decide the local folklore group will go on You Tube and look for a local amateur to edit our footage. I write myself a note to get an organic certification body come for a presentation in the village and I send some messages.
Back to my village it is time to water my organic garden. Tomorrow is a day at home, I will make tomato juice and plum jam.
I go to sleep praying for all people raising horses and growing food on small farms. That we all will still exist in the 22nd century.