a special birthday
A normal day, thought Sarah, began. Saadet had already prepared that it to the office drive and a long power point presentation would listen. On that day Sarah, 20 years old. In the morning she stood, like any sleepy morning, and discovered on the way to breakfast one of the first difference. Many small balloons and cards were distributed on the floor. (Saadet you're just great!) During the breakfast called to love our mentors and told us we could come only at a quiet hour. Sarah did not wonder about it again. Then it went off into the office. On the way we met Uma, the past rushed at us as if it had been stung by a tarantula. And even though we were a bit late, Saadet had to necessarily their hairstyle change (later turned out that she wanted to just stalling for time). Many shoes were standing outside the front door when we arrived. From the Office decided, contrary to usual, to hear a sound. Only when we entered the common room, there was a thunderous applause and a birthday song. Sarah could not believe it. All employees of JKS were there. hung on the walls decorated with pictures of Sarah congratulations and small pictures. In the middle of the room stood a large cake in the form of a guitar. Also labeled.
The candles were lit but even after repeated blowing, ließen sie sich nicht davon abhalten fröhlich weiter zu brennen.
Irgendwann ging Sarah die Puste aus und ein paar Leute bekamen Mitleid und halfen die Kerzen zu bändigen. Mit einem hübschen lila Messerchen durfte dann das Geburtstagskind den Kuchen anschneiden. Alle schauten sie erwartungsvoll an, also probierte sie das erste Stück. Hätte sie gewusst, dass dieses Stück nicht das letzte sein würde, hätte sie es gelassen. In Indien ist es anscheinend Traditionen, dass die Geburtstagsperson von allen Anwesenden mit einem Stück Kuchen gefüttert wird. Woraufhin die betroffene Person kaum noch mit kauen und schlucken hinter comes.
Saadet course, had very much fun.
Prassad Srinivas and then also sang a beautiful birthday song and it rained only as of confetti. Each was dealt something sweet and something to drink and then danced. Only somewhat reluctantly, then with growing enthusiasm even the timid to venture into the middle.
unexpected little visit
completely out of breath just after it went on a couch to make a joint photo. Where we have to mention that was found only after lengthy discussions the place for the photo.
Overwhelmed and exhausted by this surprise, we thought it would go now to rest in our apartment. But Sandhya, Uma and saw Sir Varghese different. With bicycles and a small motorcycle escort, it went to the Bridge School. The children were waiting at the gate. Many balloons were pressed into the hand of Sarah until she could take no more. Then there was also the real meaning of balloons. Namely, to burst them. With a needle all the balloons were cut with a loud bang into parts. It made a lot of fun.
Again Sarah was welcomed with a cake (this time in the butterfly) and confetti. The children had crafted cards and after the cake was cut and a few representatives of the teachers and students had a part in Sarah's mouth was pushed once again sing and dance. It made a lot of fun!
Our super great director!
By afternoon we were finally tired, but satisfied all ready in our apartment. A short time later, however, we were allowed to leave this place of rest and recovery. We were invited by our Director Sir meal. There was chicken, rice and Vegetable Roles. It tasted great and was a fine end to a stunning day.
Now we feel really included in the JKS -Family.
