Categories: phd
Tags: interviews, Moldova, fieldwork, sick
Date: 26 September 2007 11:36:45
To counter yay's scatological adventures over at Tales of Variable Yayness recently I was going to tell you about the little girl who puked on the (crowded, rush-hour) bus I was on yesterday. But I have thought better of it, I think there's enough lowering of the tone going on down in the upside-down bit of the wibsite without me adding to it. It was pretty impressive though - I have worked as a nurse don't forget, and I don't think I've ever seen so much sick before except when I had food poisoning! We were all (including the driver I think) desperate to get off the bus! The little girl looked completely non-plussed by the whole thing, despite having drenched both herself and her mother - it was the adults that couldn't handle it! Oh whoops, so I told you after all. I blame yay. And am never going to eat minced quorn again, because that's what it looked like.
Now that I've shared that, I shall tell you that I have made some phone calls and cold-call visits (easier than cold phone calls) with not 100% but some success, and have given up trying to find one place because the building doesn't appear to exist (it was only of peripheral interest to my research, rather than a vital interview, otherwise I might have tried a bit harder). I have finally pinned down the person I've been trying to interview for the last 2 months to a time on Friday (ie my last full day here), and I have decided I might try to fit in an impromptu interview this afternoon if my intended victim interviewee is agreeable to this.
Last night I interviewed someone who had 2 children with her, so I recorded them too to distract them a bit. It was very cute, Moldovan poetry recited by a 6 year old, but less cute when the baby was yelling into the microphone while her mum was (rather quietly) making a serious and relevant point. I really hope the dictaphone picked it up! They never tell you about this sort of thing in lectures.
Goodness only knows when I'm going to pack. I can't get my head round the fact that I only have 2 full days left here! How did that happen?