25. srpna jsem p\u0159ijela z Belgie do Prahy, kde u\u017e \u010dekali dal\u0161\u00ed v\u00fdm\u011bnn\u00ed studenti. Za\u010d\u00e1tek byl hodn\u011b z\u00e1bavn\u00fd: v\u0161echno bylo nov\u00e9, v\u0161ichni se cht\u011bli poznat, v\u0161ichni byli nad\u0161en\u00ed a zv\u011bdav\u00ed. Setkala jsem se s lidmi ze v\u0161ech r\u016fzn\u00fdch zem\u00ed a bylo to, jako by se pro m\u011b otev\u0159el nov\u00fd sv\u011bt.<\/p>\n
Druh\u00fd den jsem se setkala s hostitelskou rodinou a v tu chv\u00edli jsem si uv\u011bdomila, do \u010deho jsem se to vrhla. Chystala jsem se \u017e\u00edt s\u00a0ciz\u00edmi lidmi na m\u00edst\u011b, kde jsem nikdy nebyla. Neznala jsem je. Dokonce ani nemluvili anglicky, pouze \u010desky a n\u011bmecky. V prvn\u00edch t\u00fddnech jsem se v\u017edycky musela zamyslet, ne\u017e jsem n\u011bco \u0159ekla, a\u010d \u0161lo o sebejednodu\u0161\u0161\u00ed v\u011bc. V\u011bt\u0161inou to fungovalo, ale bylo to obt\u00ed\u017en\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Prvn\u00ed t\u00fddny ve \u0161kole byly podobn\u00e9, mnoho u\u010ditel\u016f nemluvilo anglicky. \u010ce\u0161t\u00ed studenti sice angli\u010dtinu ovl\u00e1dali, ale samoz\u0159ejm\u011b mezi sebou mluvili \u010desky. Vzpom\u00edn\u00e1m si na frustraci: Nikomu jsem nerozum\u011bla. Cht\u011bla jsem znovu mluvit holandsky, abych rozum\u011bla, a aby mi rozum\u011bli i ostatn\u00ed. Ale samoz\u0159ejm\u011b jsem v\u011bd\u011bla, \u017ee se to nestane. Tak\u017ee jsem se sna\u017eila u\u010dit \u010desk\u00fd jazyk co nejintenzivn\u011bji.<\/p>\n
Byla jsem tak frustrovan\u00e1, \u017ee jsem cht\u011bla poslouchat videa v\u00a0\u010de\u0161tin\u011b i ve sp\u00e1nku, aby se v\u00a0m\u00e9 hlav\u011b nov\u00fd jazyk usadil, zako\u0159enil a vyrostl, a j\u00e1 r\u00e1no komunikovala v\u00a0\u010de\u0161tin\u011b stejn\u011b jako zbytek m\u00e9 t\u0159\u00eddy. Nakonec jsem od toho upustila, proto\u017ee jsem si samoz\u0159ejm\u011b uv\u011bdomovala, \u017ee je prost\u011b nemo\u017en\u00e9 nau\u010dit se \u00fapln\u011b nov\u00fd jazyk za jeden den. Zejm\u00e9na tak obt\u00ed\u017en\u00fd jako je \u010de\u0161tina. Te\u010f st\u00e1le nemluv\u00edm plynule, ale lid\u00e9 \u0159\u00edkaj\u00ed, \u017ee jsem v\u00a0n\u011bm fakt dobr\u00e1, na to \u017ee jsem tady jen t\u0159i m\u011bs\u00edce. A j\u00e1 jim v\u011b\u0159\u00edm, proto\u017ee pokud srovn\u00e1m sv\u00e9 jazykov\u00e9 znalosti s prvn\u00edmi dny, kdy jsem st\u00e1la v obchod\u011b, a doch\u00e1zelo mi, \u017ee ani nev\u00edm, jak \u0159\u00edct “ano” nebo “d\u011bkuji”, mus\u00edm \u0159\u00edct, \u017ee jsem se ur\u010dit\u011b zlep\u0161ila.<\/p>\n
Zkr\u00e1tka, prvn\u00ed t\u00fddny byly pro m\u011b nejhor\u0161\u00ed: Cht\u011bla jsem jet dom\u016f, ke sv\u00fdm p\u0159\u00e1tel\u016fm a rodin\u011b. Nikoho jsem tu neznala a nikdo nev\u011bd\u011bl, kdo jsem. Nech\u00e1pala jsem sama sebe: Pro\u010d takov\u00e1 plach\u00e1 d\u00edvka jako j\u00e1 opustila sv\u00e9 milovan\u00e9, kter\u00fdm d\u016fv\u011b\u0159ovala cel\u00fdm sv\u00fdm srdcem, a odjela do zem\u011b, kde nebyla nikdy p\u0159edt\u00edm a \u017eila s\u00a0\u00fapln\u011b ciz\u00edmi lidmi? Kdo toto rozhodnut\u00ed ud\u011blal, j\u00e1?<\/p>\n
\u017d\u00e1rlila jsem na sv\u00e9 spolu\u017e\u00e1ky, kte\u0159\u00ed tr\u00e1vili sv\u016fj \u010das ve \u0161kole (i mimo) obklopeni p\u0159\u00e1teli, a dom\u016f se vraceli ke sv\u00e9 rodin\u011b. Ale v\u011bci se zlep\u0161ovaly. Ne okam\u017eit\u011b, ale pomalu. Na mnoho v\u011bc\u00ed jsem si zvykla a sna\u017eila jsem se radovat z drobnost\u00ed. P\u0159ipom\u00ednala jsem si, \u017ee to byla moje volba.<\/p>\n
Mysl\u00edm, \u017ee moje v\u00fdm\u011bna sest\u00e1vala z dobr\u00fdch i \u0161patn\u00fdch dn\u016f, dobr\u00fdch i \u0161patn\u00fdch okam\u017eik\u016f. Skute\u010dn\u00e1 horsk\u00e1 dr\u00e1ha emoc\u00ed. N\u011bkdy jsem byla tak \u0161\u0165astn\u00e1, \u017ee to vypadalo, \u017ee u\u017e se snad nikdy nezamra\u010d\u00edm. Ale v p\u0159\u00ed\u0161t\u00edm okam\u017eiku jsem byla tak smutn\u00e1 a osam\u011bl\u00e1, \u017ee kdybych mohla okam\u017eit\u011b odlet\u011bt zp\u011bt do Belgie, tak bych to ud\u011blala.<\/p>\n
Ale nakonec jsem zjistila, \u017ee \u0161patn\u00e9 okam\u017eiky se snadn\u011bji zapom\u00ednaj\u00ed ne\u017e ty dobr\u00e9, kter\u00e9 z\u016fst\u00e1vaj\u00ed v na\u0161em srdci podstatn\u011b d\u00e9le. A takov\u00fd okam\u017eik m\u016f\u017ee b\u00fdt prost\u00fd, jako kdy\u017e mi n\u011bkdo \u0159\u00edk\u00e1 “Mluv\u00ed\u0161 docela dob\u0159e \u010desky” nebo se m\u011b zept\u00e1 \u201eJak se m\u00e1\u0161?\u201c. Pro ostatn\u00ed to nebylo nijak zvl\u00e1\u0161tn\u00ed, ale pro m\u011b to v\u00a0tu chv\u00edli znamenalo V\u0160E. A pak jsem si pomyslela: “Nen\u00ed d\u016fle\u017eit\u00e9, co bude za hodinu, z\u00edtra nebo p\u0159\u00ed\u0161t\u00ed t\u00fdden. Te\u010f jsem \u0161\u0165astn\u00e1. A to je to, na \u010dem z\u00e1le\u017e\u00ed. ”<\/p>\n
Hannah<\/em><\/p>\n The 25th<\/sup> of August, I left. I had said goodbye to everyone and I was ready to go. I arrived at Prague where other exchange students were already waiting. The beginning was much fun: everything was new for everyone, everybody wanted to get to know each other, everybody was excited and curious,\u2026 The next day I met my host family and at that point I realised what I was going to do. I was going to live with strangers in a place I haven\u2019t been before. I didn\u2019t know them. They didn\u2019t even speak English: only Czech Language and German. The first weeks, I always had to think before saying something simple. Most of the time, it worked out, but it was difficult. Also the first weeks at school, many teachers couldn\u2019t speak English. Other pupils could, but of course they talked to each other in their mother language. I remember the frustration: I couldn\u2019t understand anyone. I wanted to talk Dutch again: to understand and to be understood. But of course, I knew that wouldn\u2019t happen. So, I tried to learn Czech language as hard as possible. I got so frustrated I wanted to listen to Czech videos while I was sleeping so it would be planted in my head, like the rest of my class. I never did this, because I of course realised that it\u2019s just impossible to learn a total new language in one day. Especially such a difficult one as Czech. Now, I\u2019m still not able to speak it fluently, but people said I\u2019m pretty good at it for being there only for 3 months. And I believe them, because if I know compare my knowledge with the first days when I stood in a shop and I realised I didn\u2019t even know how to say \u2018yes\u2019 or \u2018thank you\u2019, I think I have certainly improved. I think my exchange was made of good and bad days, good and bad moments. A true rollercoaster of emotions. But after all, I discovered that bad moments are more easily to forget than the good. They stay in your heart longer. And such a moment can just be something simple as someone telling me \u2018You speak pretty good Czech\u2019 or asking me \u2018Jak se m\u00e1\u0161?\u2019 Hannah<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 25. srpna jsem p\u0159ijela z Belgie do Prahy, kde u\u017e \u010dekali dal\u0161\u00ed v\u00fdm\u011bnn\u00ed studenti. Za\u010d\u00e1tek byl hodn\u011b z\u00e1bavn\u00fd: v\u0161echno bylo…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":351,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[188,49],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5823","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-archiv","category-hostitelsky-program"],"yoast_head":"\nOrigin\u00e1l v angli\u010dtin\u011b (zkr\u00e1ceno)<\/h3>\n
\nI met people of all parts of the world and it was like a new world had just opened up for me.<\/p>\n
\nThe point is, the first weeks were the worst for me: I wanted to go home, to my friends and family. I didn\u2019t know anybody and nobody knew who I was. I didn\u2019t understand myself: why would a shy girl like me leave her loved ones she could trust with all her heart and go to a country she never had been before to live with total strangers? Who made that decision?
\nI was jealous of my class: they spend their school days (and others) surrounded by friends to go home to their own family.
\nBut things got better. Not immediately, but slowly. I got used to many stuff and tried to be satisfied with small things. After all, I used to remind myself this was all my own choice.<\/p>\n
\nSometimes I was so happy it looked like I would never be unhappy again. But the next moment, I could be so sad and lonely that if I could take a plane back to Belgium immediately, I would.<\/p>\n
\nFor them, it was not much, but at that moment, it meant the world for me. And then I thought to myself: \u2018I don\u2019t care about the next hour, tomorrow or next week. Now I\u2019m happy. And that\u2019s what matters.\u2019<\/p>\n