Wednesday, 8 September 2010

First impression in Kiem An

Finally we started with the interviews. It's like we have finished four but I am not so satisfied. Maybe I am a demanding person or maybe I just happened to do worse than I expected. I wished that I was good enough to make everyone open to me.
The interviews, of course, were full of questions, questions that I sometimes I doubted if they would ever get me to where I want, dig deeper into interviewees' lives. I guess that I failed.
I remember this girl I myself talked to. She is the same age as my cousin, who's living with me now but she looks a lot older. She's having her own business, well it's not really a big thing.
We walked into her store and asked her if we could have some questions to put on our project. And she said Yes reluctantly as she was saying she was not well educated, thus not being qualified for interviews. One funny thing about the experience was that we had to turn on and off the recorder about 5 times. One time was because the store was full of her customers (I mean, students like us) and they were too loud. Another time: she was having some daily conversations with her landlord - a lady and her sister. I caught something that made me understand more, too bad those she didn't tell me, or wouldn't. Well for the others, she was just too busy going inside and out cooking something, washing something or smashing something...
She kept on telling us about the story of her life while never letting go of tools she used for her jobs. One thing she repeated all over again as if we could forger was that her life was harsh before and especially on this job. Could be? Through my observation she didn't have any free time, no one to help, all alone. She shared with us that this once was her childhood dream but it turned out no so good. I felt sad as life was hard enough for this woman, yet she knew, still she had to hold on to it cause there was nothing else she could do. Look what a dream has become. A dream or just something to self encourage. I don't know and I don't have a clue. But if someone let her choose, I thought she would choose different.

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