2005 Common Summer Reading

Posted by Nicole Sharp on 11 August 2005 at 23:22

I picked up a copy of Tracy Kidder's Mountains Beyond Mountains today and started in on it. As most people at Case know, this book was selected as the summer reading for this year's freshman class. I actually have a tradition going here: I've read the freshmen summer reading books every year. (For reference, that means I've read Hunger of Memory by Richard Rodriguez, Oliver Sacks's An Anthropologist on Mars, and Reading Lolita in Tehran by Azar Nafisi.) I'm about two-fifths of the way through Mountains Beyond Mountains so far, and the first thing I can say about it is that it reminds me of Tanzania. In fact, the title alone reminds me of the month I spent in East Africa. Kidder took his title from a Haitian saying: "Beyond mountains there are mountains."

When my classmates and I arrived in the village of Monduli in rural Tanzania, life there was foreign, to say the least. It took time for us to adjust to the attitude of the Tanzanian students with whom we lived. One morning early in my stay, I stumbled out of bed and out to the lavatory to relieve myself and put my contacts in. Though I'd only been gone a few minutes and everyone else had been in bed when I left, I returned to find one of the Tanzanian girls I roomed with making my bed. After biting back my initial (and thoroughly Western) response of What is she doing touching my stuff?!, my thoughts were invaded by another flag of Western cultural ideas, namely: What did she want in return for making my bed? My initial reaction was one shared by my classmates; we needed time to recognize the sincerity of the Tanzanians' actions. They didn't make our beds or offer to wash our clothes for us because they expected anything in return. They did these things because their culture was one that stressed the community over the individual. I'd gone to Tanzania to help teach those students, but, in the end, I think they did a lot more in terms of teaching me.

Three weeks later, as we said goodbye to the students, no one wanted to leave. We felt like we'd been in Tanzania for ages. If anyone wanted to see his/her family back in Germany, it was to show them all the wonderful people we'd met and tell them about the experiences we'd had. On the last day, I passed my journal around to the Tanzanian students so that they could write a few words there. Many left their thanks and best wishes for my future; some left addresses where they could be reached by mail; but the most popular response was a Tanzanian proverb: Mountains never meet but people do.

Mountains Beyond Mountains whispers that to me each time I turn a page.

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