Monday, June 14, 2010

First Week In

Writing this now it’s very hard to believe I’ve only been here for a week. Probably because in that short period of time I’ve already met—and said good bye to most of—about 90 people, gone through a few dozen hours of language, culture and technical training, learned a new alphabet, and begun living with my host family here.

Pre-service training (PST) began with 5 days of the 75 of us living together in a dorm near the high school where we started our training. As you might expect, training initially consisted of learning the basic cultural norms and pleasantries, how to try to prevent, and inevitably deal with, our gastrointestinal maladies, what number to dial for a med-evac, and a general request that we employ our common sense whenever possible. However, we did also learn a few gems like how wrestling foreigners is something of a past time for certain ethanol-philic host country nationals (HCNs); how sometimes throwing rocks at a dog is the only way to keep it from biting you (hence why we’re all getting the rabies series—which I’m pretty sure now means I have virtually every vaccine I can possibly get); and how occasionally you have to take a hammer to the frozen stalagmite that’s been growing all winter in your outhouse.

However, if those represent the more trying aspects of service here, then the flipside has to be the people we’re working with. I can easily say I’ve liked every PCV, staff member, and HCN I’ve spent time with here so far, and that goes double for the six other male health Peace Corps Volunteers (PCVs) I roomed with for the first five days—one of whom for which this is quite impressively his first time outside the US. Currently the seven of us and the two female “healthies” are stationed with host families in apartments, houses and gers throughout the same city we did our initial five days in, alongside the half a dozen or so Community Economic Development volunteers (CEDs) with whom we’ll have cross-cultural training a couple times per week.

Unfortunately with the Peace Corps’ security policy, we’re not allowed to post the specific locations of PCVs, including ourselves, but I can say that we’re stationed south of Ulaanbataar (UB), and that the other Teaching English as a Foreign Language (TEFL) volunteers and Community Youth Development (CYD) volunteers are also stationed to the south and east of UB. When I arrived I was surprised to find out that about 60% of the M-21s (i.e. the 21st group to go to Mongolia) were here as TEFLs, and that only a handful of us are focused on health, CYD and CED. (Though I should note that almost everyone winds up working on something outside their specialty on the side.) Also I’ve found out that due to the “clustering” system they have here, it’s likely that I’ll be stationed in a larger city, likely an aimag (i.e. provincial) center, along with a volunteer from each of the other specialties. The idea is that grouped together we can help each other get access to more resources outside our specialty and more easily create inter-specialty projects. The company from my fellow PCVs will also undoubtedly be a plus, but being in a big city also means I’ll likely be living in an apartment and not in a ger, which I have mixed feelings about since I was looking forward to that experience.  Of course an apartment—though not without its own hardships (such as not being able to control the temperature in the winter)—may likely be less laborious since I’ll be spared having to haul water and coal/wood/dung, and having to use an outhouse, so I guess I’ll just have to see how I feel about it once I get there.

Currently for these three months of PST, I have my own room in my host family’s apartment, which is surprisingly nice, and being on the fourth floor, has a magnificent view of the surrounding area.  It’s close to the town center and the primary school (where we’re quite appropriately currently learning out “A, Б, Вs”), and despite the “soul-crushing” soviet architecture as one fellow PCV so aptly put it, the recently remodeled interior could be right out of the US—well, aside from the sparkly, periwinkle, floral relief wallpaper in my room. That might be a little hard to come by at home. But in terms of day to day living, the only real differences are the slightly limited cooking methods in the kitchen (just a hot plate for steaming and frying), the need to heat water in an electric kettle, and bathing in a large plastic basin called a tumpen.

Living with me are my retired host mother, 53, who used to be an accountant, and my host brother, 22, and sister, 20, both of whom are students. However, the other older brother, 28, who serves as a police officer, often visits with his wife and newborn, and the other sister, 30, who is studying in Singapore, will also be visiting for a few weeks this summer. Everyone has been very nice and accommodating, and my younger sister speaks enough English to communicate the basics, but without speaking well enough to rob me of my motivation to learn Mongolian. So far our activities have consisted largely of laughing at my attempts to speak Mongolian, laughing at my attempts to make Бyy3 (“boatz”, a type of steamed dumpling) and other Mongolian food, throwing around my frisbee and watching the world cup. Pretty par for the course from what I’ve heard.

And while the architecture may be less than inspired, the natural scenery here is absolutely gorgeous. Most days have been crisp and sunny, often with scattered clouds and the “big sky” effect of places with similar latitudes in the US like Montana and Idaho. Though the few days of rain we have had has made the smooth hills near our town a verdant green that gracefully rolls into the more distant, forested mountains. The high altitude, low humidity and northerly winds also give everything a crisp, fresh feeling, and while it has gotten cold enough to frost a few of these nights, I’ve felt well prepared for the cold and have actually been rather enjoying it (once the daily high is -5 F I may be singing a different tune though).

The food here has also been better than expected. Many of the larger towns, including where I am now, have decent access to fruits and vegetables, especially apples, oranges, carrots, cucumbers, potatoes, tomatoes and cabbage. However, they do seem to traditionally be used rather sparingly. Most meals consist chiefly of rice or a white flour noodle/dough base, some form of beef or mutton, and a rather mild seasoning. A bowl of candy, pieces of fried dough and slightly sweet biscuits are seem to be a staple in every kitchen. Basically it’s like a young, picky eater’s dream come true. The only thing of questionable palatability for me so far has been the “tu tset te”, or milk tea as it’s called in English. It’s basically just watered down, hot, salty milk that may or may not have had a tea bag dipped in it briefly. It was ok as a broth for a soup I had, but it’s kind of tough to drink straight up, especially once it gets into the tepid to cold range. The current PCVs say it’s an acquired taste. For now I’m playing the lactose intolerant card.

Anyway, I already have a few people I know want my address here, but for anyone else who wants it, or just wants to know what city I’m in, just email me at ned.lederer@gmail.com and I’ll be happy to let you know when I can. Questions and comments are also more than welcome. Hope everything is well for all of you back in The States, and I’m looking forward to sharing my next adventures with you sometime soon. 

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Off Again

Let me start by apologizing for taking such a long hiatus with my updates. I have yet to close out my time in Vietnam with a final update as planned, though I'll mention that the highlights included leading a very creative sexual education tour, tying off my first sutures, and having BJ Novak (writer and actor on The Office) buy me breakfast in a Cambodian airport. For those of you interested, you can also view my photo album from the trip here: picasaweb.google.com/ned.lederer/Vietnam#

Now I'm off again for my 27 month assignment in Mongolia, beginning with three months of language, culture and community health training in the capital city of Ulaanbaatar. I'll be working as a Health Specialist Volunteer, likely teaching sex education, nutrition and education to prevent sex trafficking, though I won't know where specifically I'm assigned until the end of the summer. While in training my address will be:


Jordan Ned Fosse Lederer, PCT
Post Office Box 1036
Central Post Office
Ulaanbaatar 15160
Mongolia (via China)


And I will post my long term location as soon as I can. I'll keep posting updates here and start a new online photo album as internet access permits.

If you have suggestions, questions or specific topics you would like me to cover while I'm in Mongolia, please feel free to email me at ned.lederer@gmail.com.

Friday, January 8, 2010

New Perspectives

After what was becoming a somewhat lonely couple weeks living solo in the guestrooms, I was pleasantly surprised when three new volunteers arrived at hospital. In true Vietnamese impromptu fashion, I had no idea they were coming until I ran into them in the hall, and while I was at first reluctant to have to split the internet connection four ways, the four of us quickly hit it off. One of the volunteers, Sara, is a Swiss physical therapist (PT) who just got her degree, and who is staying through the end of January. The other two are a Vietnamese-American couple from San Jose who stayed for about three weeks. The woman, Mai Huong, is a PT whose family left Vietnam when she was a young girl, and the husband, Minh, left Vietnam when he was about 18 and, as he would say, is still learning English in the US as an adult. He’s also an IT specialist, so he set up a wireless router for the guestrooms, solving that problem.
                Since both Mai Huong and Minh are fluent in Vietnamese it has been really enlightening to get to learn so many things from them that I would be unlikely discover on my own. For instance they introduced me to a new dessert shop in town that sells a delicious concoction of all kinds of different flavored, sweet beans mixed with ice, coconut milk and a sweet paste. They also informed me of the Vietnamese custom of never praising the appearance of a child because the spirits may overhear you and decide to steal the child. Instead the proper etiquette is to compliment a child as being well behaved, to which the parent will then agree or disagree before lamenting how unfortunate it is that their child is so skinny and ugly. Additionally in Vietnamese culture, almost everyone gets a sort of official nick-name that is used informally as we would a person’s first name. And again to deter evil spirits, in some rural areas parents even go so far as to give their children nick-names like dirt, urine or feces in attempts to disguise them as something extremely unappealing to the spirits. Minh had a friend whose mother called him Fart until he was 18 years old.
                I also learned that many of the hospital staff were members of the North Vietnamese army during the Vietnamese-American War. One of them even told Minh that they were about a month away from surrendering due to a lack of supplies and the incessant bombing when the war ended. I’ve also just recently seen the tragic and moving War Remnants Museum in Ho Chi Minh City, as well as the ingenious and impressive underground tunnel complexes about 70 km outside the city. Both are certainly worth seeing for their perspectives on the conflict. However, I must admit as a whole I haven’t been particularly impressed with HCMC. Someone mentioned it’s largely considered more of a business oriented city, rather than much of a destination, and I’d have to agree.  
                Much more interesting were the outings the four of us volunteers took to My Son and Hoi An, two world heritage sites near Da Nang. My Son is a secluded grouping of ancient Hindu ruins, impressively built without any form of mortar by the Champa dynasties between 300 and 1300 AD. Hoi An, in contrast, is best described as what you get when you give the invisible hand of economics a giant sewing machine and put it to work in a quaint, historic, Vietnamese coastal town. There is little doubt in my mind that it would win hands down in a worldwide tailors-per-square-kilometer contest. I would conservatively estimate 50-70 in the small area if you also include custom shoe shops. The custom clothing and other handcrafted items market makes Hoi An a huge destination for tourists. You can get a tailored suit for as little as $40, a very high quality suit for $150, and tailored silk dresses for as little as $15. It’s pretty much Adam Smith’s personal utopia set in French colonial Indochina.
                I’ve also learned a lot from Minh and Mai Huong about the mindset of the people towards the government and vice versa. From their description, most people in Vietnam, especially within the younger generation, view participation within the communist political party simply as something you do to get a good job, rather than as a reflection of their personal ideological beliefs. More interestingly though is the government’s view of the people. The Vietnamese government is often criticized for the limitations it sets on citizen’s freedom of speech, for instance prosecuting those who publically denounce the government, and blocking access to networking websites like facebook (so don’t expect me to respond to my wall posts anytime soon). However, from what was described to me, the government itself even sees this as a less than ideal situation. Rather they view the restrictions as a stopgap measure to maintain what they currently see as the country’s top priority: peace.
                With the recent suffering of such a terrible war still fresh in the minds of the government and the people, both groups see peace as the primary concern facing the country. Despite this, however, the government still perceives a threat from the country’s uneducated masses. It isn’t that they are a threat in and of themselves, but rather that they are a large group that could be easily taken advantage of by someone wishing to reignite a conflict. I hardly pretend to understand the situation well enough to have a well supported opinion on the matter one way or the other, but it definitely made me think when I first heard this rationale, and I would say it certainly seems a defensible position.
                The most interesting insights though have been what I’ve learned through Minh and Mai Huong about the inner workings of the hospital. Before I understood in a general way that the communist government had a hand in the hospital’s affairs (they funded the new building for instance), but I didn’t know what all that exactly entailed. From Minh and Mai Huong, I learned that the most significant way the communist system affects the hospital is by creating an incentives system very different from our own in the US. Now before I go on, let me just preface this by saying that I don’t mean this at all to be a criticism of the hospital staff, or for this to detract from the great work that they are doing. As others have noted, Vietnam, as we know it today, is a country only about 40 years old and has been a world leader in its pace of development. As with all countries though, and especially the young, there are many ways to improve upon the current systems, and I think the current hospital system is one of those areas.
                That said, the communist structure to the hospital seems to have created an internal operational system that doesn’t reward people for improvement. Promotions, for instance, seem to be based almost exclusively on political status within the communist party, rather than being based on professional merit. Due to the communist mindset of strict equity, there are also no financial incentives for the hospital staff to see more patients or improve their quality of care. The result is that the staff will get the same recognition from the hospital, and will receive the same compensation, regardless of their personal performance.
                There is also a virtually complete absence of external pressures to improve the hospital’s performance. The Da Nang Orthopedics and Rehabilitation Hospital is the only public orthopedic center in the country, so there will always be a demand for their services, and there is currently no competition from other facilities to drive performance. Also due to the cultural mindset, and due to the lack of alternatives, patients are always completely trusting and deferential towards their physicians. The result is largely a lack of accountability to the patients beyond the doctor’s personal sense of obligation, which can be dangerous. Minh and Mai Huong related that in extreme cases they have heard of at other hospitals, parents have been known to even allow physicians to hit their children if the child is misbehaving. This is of course the result of far more factors than simply the Vietnamese hospital structure, but I do feel like it does help to illustrate the huge imbalance of power within the system that reduces accountability.
                The manifestation of this lack of driving incentives and accountability was most evident in the conversation the four of us volunteers had with a few Swiss surgeons who came to the hospital as part of an ongoing program to teach arthroscopic surgery (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthroscopy). They had come to the hospital several months prior to teach the surgeons here the basics of arthroscopy with the stated expectations that they would practice, and hopefully master the basic techniques, by the time the Swiss surgeons returned. Instead virtually no progress had been made at the hospital since their departure, and the surgeons never got a very clear answer on why this had happened. The rumors included a lack of confidence to continue without supervision, a lack of motivation to practice, and a rumor about it being some sort of administrative decision. Whatever the case though, it was clear the system had failed to meet the goals set out by the program, even when the program was explicitly for the benefit of the hospital.
                The Swiss surgeons also had other complaints about the hospital’s operational structure, which can also be in part linked to its lack of accountability and incentives within the system. For instance after using a tourniquet in the operating room for two days, the Swiss surgeons found it missing on the third day. The explanation was that it had been borrowed from the general hospital next door, and they had not thought they would need it that day, despite the fact that they were performing the same types of surgeries. It is also not uncommon for patients’ family members to have go to the market to buy gauze, sutures and other supplies for them mid-surgery if the hospital runs out.  If the hospital had a system concerned more about performance, these obstacles would likely be ironed out.
                The nature of these problems of course goes beyond just the organization of the hospital. In general, Vietnamese culture is one that is very much focused on the present. Obstacles are confronted as they come, and people take life at a slow enough pace that you can usually count on someone being free next door when you need to borrow a tourniquet. The traffic system is largely the same way: people get by just fine with a fairly chaotic system as long as things are taken at a slow enough pace. In fact, when the traffic is light, these relatively unstructured systems even seem to run smoother than the more structured kinds. (No getting stuck alone at a red light.) However, the problem with both the traffic and the hospital arises when you start dealing with a high volume flowing through the system. The current hospital system with its semi-chaotic structure simply has too much inefficiency to see the number of patients a similar hospital could elsewhere.
                And the administrator of the hospital, Mr. Cuc, is aware of this. Having just returned from a trip to Seattle to study US hospital administration, he wants to see dramatic improvements in efficiency in the hospital. However, the impression Minh and Mai Huong got from the staff was that he was largely out of touch with lower levels of operation within the hospital. He is after all an engineer by education, not a doctor, who was appointed largely through his status within the party. I am not trying to imply that he is incompetent. He is an intelligent man who works earnestly to improve his hospital. However, it is clear that his placement was chosen for reasons beyond solely the performance of the hospital. And, in a nut shell, that is essentially the greater problem: the system doesn’t have performance improvement built in as a goal.
                Minh and Mai Huong’s also noted that another serious impediment to the hospital’s improvement is the fact that the staff has largely developed the mentality that someone is always going to come help them. This is something that I have also noted myself to a certain extent. When volunteers come to give lectures or teach new techniques, instead of being seen by the staff as a great opportunity to learn, it has gotten to the point where they clearly see it as routine. Even the Swiss surgeons who came at great expense to teach a highly desired new surgical method were met with a high level of absenteeism from the surgeons, and to some extent a dismissive attitude from the administration. The Swiss surgeons also noted that when something would break, no one seemed to think it was their responsibility to fix or replace the piece of equipment. The prevailing attitude seemed to be that someone else will replace it, which of course has cast no small amount of doubt on how much my efforts are really helping in the long term.
                And while this mentality is unfortunate, I think the staff can hardly be blamed for it. I would estimate they see over a couple dozen volunteers a year, and when it is so hard for much of what the volunteers teach to actually stick due to the lack of resources, coordination and follow up, it is easy to see how for the staff attending the lectures could become as much a polite gesture as a genuine opportunity to improve their skills.
                As for my own project, four months has gone from being a significant chunk of time to the blink of an eye. I’m halfway done, and yet in many ways I feel like I’m just getting started. So far it looks like things are on track for the hospital’s equipment, though the going is slow with all the government bureaucracy. What I fear may be a missed opportunity though is the chance to help get resources to the other charities I’ve gotten in contact with. In true spontaneous Vietnamese fashion, one morning over coffee with our local shipping agent, he decided to invite a friend of his over who works with the Da Nang Charity Association. That afternoon I’m meeting with their executive director who gives me a run down on the whole organization, and we discuss one of their program branches’ need for ultrasounds and other medical equipment.
                The same shipping agent even went so far as to set up a meeting for me with the program director of Giving it Back to Kids, another local NGO, to learn how to set up a Vietnamese regional NGO office, all because she was a friend of his who was single, and he thought we might hit it off. It turned out to be a great meeting, however, where I gained new contacts and potential resources. And of course I now know how to set up a Vietnamese regional non-profit office, which, for most, is probably the world’s most obscure and mundane piece of trivia.
                I’ve also enjoyed a few more of the developing world’s bountiful surprises. A couple weeks ago I noticed that a few of the flecks of dirt on the floor of my bathroom were moving, which upon closer inspection turned out to be tiny worms a couple millimeters in length. Having just taken a class entitled “Parasites and Pestilence” last winter quarter, I eagerly collected a few samples in the lid of a peanut can and rushed to the CDC website to find out what kind of nematode was now likely trekking its way through my interstitial fluid. You can of course imagine my disappointment when they turned out to be too large to be any of the parasitic candidates. After Giardia in Peru this summer, I was really looking for the next notch in my belt.
                The new volunteers have also had their first run-ins with the guestrooms’ deteriorating plumbing. I was annoyed at the time when I found the laundry machine full, but it turned out my neighbors had actually taken a bullet for me after we discovered their clothes had all been stained yellow by the rust in the water. I think it’s pretty safe to say the building will not be missed when it gets torn down—which the hospital administration assured me before I left for the holidays, will almost certainly not happen before I get back. I guess I’ll find out shortly.