Since my arrival, the hostel has been bustling with people,
as groups of students unloaded each week to count singing male Aquatic Warblers
throughout Biebrza
National Park. For the first two weeks, only a few were
present, as the project was just beginning. I enjoyed their presence, even though I took
little initiative to strike up conversation.
Fortunately, some individuals did initiate conversation. They never failed to impress me with their
understanding of English, and put me to shame, as I was unable to hold a
conversation in Polish.
The dynamic of the hostel shifted with the daily arrival and
departure of volunteers, tour groups, biologists, and other random guests. Everyone seemed to immediately connect,
conversing easily and unifying as a group, particularly at the nightly parties. Yet, with the language barrier, I could not
be sure how deeply these connections extended and how well everyone related to
each other. So I was left with the
impression that they had become like family in this short period of time.
Last Wednesday, about thirty students from Lublin arrived and that night commenced the
wildest party I had yet witnessed at the hostel. Some individuals even clambered up into the
attic and insisted on peering down through our bathroom vent with their torch
and conversed there throughout the night.
Needless to say, it was a sleepless night.
By the next day, the crowd had drastically dispersed, and
now, there are two or three people left on the property with my co-workers and
me. It feels like a ghost town. The quiet is at times refreshing, as when we
spent a relaxing evening congregated around the fire pit. We were only joined by the mosquitoes, whose company
that we could have done without. Yet,
during the day, when all are off working and I am left to myself, the hostel
seems like a ghost town and the silence feels somewhat unsettling.
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