editorial.oyal weddings. Every royal wed-ding is a big deal. On July 12th, 2012 the Crown Prince of Tonga

Tupouto’a ‘Ulukalala and Sinaitakala Fakafanua married. This event should mark a new and happier time in the life of one hundred and three thousand Tongans living on the hundred and twenty six islands.

This is a bright moment that should represent the continuation of traditions and the monarchy for which they stand. Unfortunately everything is not pretty and dandy with this event.

Tonga is currently in the midst of having some of their slowest years economically even among the Poline-sian islands. Because of this, many in-novations were brought into the event. This was the fi rst occurance when the royal family payed for the event them-selves and not the Tongan govern-ment.

Apart from that the wedding had to be held in a strict ambiance. The media from all over the world were strictly told how to work and interact with the royal family. Never before have the Tongans feared of paparazzi-like behaviour at their weddings.

The reason for these innova-tions is rather simple. It is the lack of innovations. As weird as that might sound, but all of these innovations had to take place because Tonga might seem as an under-evolved state.

The royal family took care of the costs because of the staggering economy. The state is such, because Tonga is relying on their agricultural ways of living for centuries. The shut-terbugs were there because the Crown Prince married his cousin. That hap-pened so because all the royal mar-riages are still arrenged by the parents. In this case, the Queen.

Not all traditions will lead you to a place where you have the whole country preparing for a vote to dissovle the government due to the economic troubles; while you are spending thou-sands and thousands to marry your second cousine. Yet, keep in mind that only a disbalance between the tradi-tions and innovations that can cause this distress.

Keeping things balanced is the key if you want to give your people a sense of a brighter tomorrow yet keep in line with what your parents want.

whale tales.

innovate that eyp.

hat do you need to survive? What will you perish without? What will end

you?

Diverse as the world is, we all have different needs. Germans need their struc-ture, much like the French need their crois-sants and Poles need attention. EYPers are no different.

Innovations will forever be making things easier, and sometimes simply bear-able for us. Breathing new life into intoler-able and excruciatingly monotonous jobs, and taking us through shortcuts of short-cuts, innovation has given the world, as we know it, endless facelifts since the dawn of time.

Obviously, there are certain innova-tions that are of greater importance to EY-Pers. Without these the EYP would simply cease to function. The fi rst of the essen-tial ones to be mentioned comes thanks to the European Organisation for Nuclear Research, and is of course the Internet. Obvious, yes, but still an absolute essen-tial. It makes it possible for delegates to apply to sessions and research their topics thoroughly, which they always do. An inno-vation of the internet, which is always so immensely appreciated that its’ discovery could be mistaken for striking oil in the des-

sert, is the free Wi-Fi. It is forever the best part of the accommodation, regardless.

Above this, there exists a dark, rich, energising, enlivening, hot beverage, known to common tongue as coffee. This glorious draught comes in many differing variations: instant form, powered, pre-brewed, iced, and in aroma. Basically, the revitalising concoction of grounded coffee beans and hot water is the vital lifeline that keeps all EYPers alive, and away from the dark place.

Chairpersons and journalists alike have the same needs concerning fl ipcharts, markers, and power outlets. There will be more or less no progress made if any of these are not present. The strange obses-sion with fl ipcharts and markers seem to be a sign of nostalgia of childhood, when be-ing silly and drawing whenever was socially acceptable. Now, they must have a reason to play around and colour.

Ultimately, a concept will always only be as strong as the tools it has to hands to work with. EYP has its free Wi-Fi, it has its coffee, and it has its fl ipcharts, markers, and power outlets. Hence, EYP has the capacity to strive on and nourish delegates who fl ood to sessions with inter-net, caffeine and childhood memories.

Hugo Dürr

moustachepoll.

n a quick survey held between the del- egates during one of the coffee breaks, I was trying to fi nd the answer whether

they actually do like moustaches. I was in-terested in the opinions of both genders. Girls had to answer if they liked a man with a moustache and justify the answer. The boys had to answer, or better: describe in words, if they liked moustached ladies. The results were both already expected and surprising.

Opinions differ between girls. The majority of them answered that they do not like moustaches, as they are itchy and makes the boys look older. The biggest problem, as they claimed, is kissing. They stated that “it’s too nasty, ugly, and painful - especially for those with pale and sensi-tive skin”. Not every lady agreed with that. There also was a big group of girls, who like moustached guys. Best answer given was “I like it, because it makes them look like George Clooney.” This group of girls put the presidential moustache as an example. As the English say, “A man without a mous-tache is like a cup of tea without sugar”.

There was also a group who claimed that they don’t like moustaches, but they prefer beards instead. “Beards makes them look sweet” were the words of some. Part of the girls remained neutral and couldn’t decide if moustaches make men hot or not. For them the line between liking or not was thin. Most of the ladies explained that could be either the density of the hair or the fact that some of them look funny in moustaches. One of the pleasant surprises was one girl stating that facial hair looks extremely manly and attractive, bringing the vikings as an example!

Boys’ opinions on the other hand we solid as a stone. The answer was more than visible to their faces and they could hardly translate what they felt into words. Some adjectives they used were “terrible, useless, and horrifying, repelling and repul-sive”. The core is one and very clear. Girls: Do not ever grow a moustache! Conclusion? Boys do not like moustached women, and girls... will always be girls.

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did you say: “cliché”?

ave you ever wondered what oth-er EYPers think about your own nationality? If not, here comes a

chance for you to discover the truth, fi nally. Indeed, the Eurovillage allowed members of the Press Team to spy around a bit. Crafty journalists, sly editors and tricky assistants didn't miss a scrap of conversations and will now tell you more about Euro-stereo-types. Dear all, get ready for the truth.

Some admire the Greeks for being Kings of Antiquity. They have the Parthe-non, the Acropolis and a bunch of genius philosophers we all obviously know. They have amazing dishes and make even better coffee than the Italians. It is true - Greek people can sometimes brag a lot about their brilliant ancestors and amazing tal-ents.

When it comes to our lovely Ital-ians. It would be stating the obvious that they communicate through gestures. Then, just a while ago, when having some enter-taining talk about the 'Three P's' - Pizza, Pasta and Pisa Tower - with an Italian man, he just confessed that he was made of gnocchi and lasagna. Mamma Mia! So, people actually voluntarily maintain their reputation, no matter how “bright” it is. This is good to know.

However, some countries do not need to regain any esteem. For instance, we all know and think a lot of EYP Tur-key and their Turkish delight. Indeed, who on Earth can possibly make better coffee Breaks than they do?

Now moving on to the Frenchies. The main stereotype, apart from wine, cheese and marinières is their extremely strong accent. There is no mockery there and it is a proven fact: the bizarre French way of speaking is genetically transmitted. In any case - their food is always welcomed by the rest.

Talking about Polish people - they sadly are having a hard time with their pes-simism. Complaining a lot doesn't make it any easier. However, some national drinks might.

If you want to know what people think of the Germans, there is an answer. Some say German people like beer very much. From what it is said, they have an exceedingly sharp time notion - so says the proverb 'As precise as a German watch'. Also, it is a very common idea that the whole Germany is populated with blond blue-eyed individuals. This last point is ri-diculous though, since we have at least one brown-haired Berliner with us in Krakow.

Then may I ask the following ques-tion: are all these stereotypes even based on something? I have to admit I have a few doubts about French people using Cam-embert as toothpaste, and German having beer and sausages for breakfast. Care-fully thinking about it though, it seems life wouldn't be the same without these stupid clichés. And that is why we love them.*

*Cliché ending.

KensaTraore

(Mr.M. Arrived to a hostel for a workshop organised by his company) “I’ll take you to the candy shop dup durup duuup.” Snooze. “I’ll take…” “Yeah…” murmured Mr. M. as he tried to get himself out of the bed. He was feeling grumpy and crabby. Then again, he was staying in a hostel room with two strangers for a fi ve-day workshop of his company, how could he not be? Mr. M. deserved to stay in a fi ve-star hotel with king-size beds, all-inclusive with fl uffy puffs. Not in a hostel room with two people and cold, little blankets.

With half-opened eyes, he checked the clock again. He was late for the workshop for more than an hour. What-ever. He needed to have a decent warm shower before eve-rything.

The shower was the most traumatic and shocking experience. There was no hot water, the cabin was trans-parent, and the shower cabin covered more or less a m2. He was getting more and more angry but he still got a shower.

After eating an extremely disgusting sandwich for breakfast, which was both sweet and salty, he headed out to the venue for his workshop.

Immediately after the awful workshop, which lasted for 12 hours, Mr. M missed the last bus, ran 1,5 km in 4 min-utes, got lost in the city with a map in his hand. In the end he was ferocious. He was drenched because of the heavy rain; coughing, exhausted and questioning why did he sign up for all of this.

Suddenly Mr. M. felt a tormenting hunger crawling in his stomach, when the two strangers he was sharing his room with had passed out. He decided to take his wallet and go fi nd something to eat. He tried to reach for his wallet. He searched for it. Once. Twice. Slight panic starting to take control of him, where was his wallet? Where was the wallet? Wallet?!

No wallet.

Mr. M. headed back home, blue, bored, depressed and devastated after he lost his wallet. He hated everything about life and workshops.

(Mr. M. in the same hostel, for an EYP session)

“I’ll take you to the candy shop dup durup duuup.” Snooze. “A big fat silent snooze.”“Wake up call everyone, the breakfast is in half an hour”. Mr. M. woke up immediately, and so did his roommates, as they could not continue their sleep as the enthusiastic and a bit too energetic organisers were dancing, shouting and laughing in front of them. The hostel room was awful, freezing cold with little blankets, but it did not matter, it felt comical to wake up in a room like this. Especially when there is a community of a hundred Europeans, sharing the same moments in the same hostel.

“I need to take a shower,” said Mr. M. to his room-mates. They giggled and asked him to be prepared. He didn’t get what they meant.

After a huge, failed attempt to take a shower in a m2 shower cabin. He felt that this so-called shower would become something he will not forget easily.

Before leaving for the session venue, Mr. M. had breakfast with the EYPers in the hostel and he ate a dis-gusting cake with strawberry marmalade in it. Well, he ab-solutely loved trying local food in EYP.

120 EYPers were running like Speedy Gonzales in the streets; trying to catch the very last bus that will bring them back to hostel. After 1,5 km in just four minutes, Mr. M. was pretty sure he was dying. Finally when they reached the bus, he understood that that was the most adventur-ous and breath-taking moment of his life.

Mr. M. was so hungry after the fantastic 12 hours of teambuilding, funny socialising time and just wanted to get some local Polish food. He searched for his wallet. Once. Twice. Seriously, where was his wallet? Where was the wallet? Wallet?!

No wallet.

When Mr. M. was back at his home, feeling the ter-rible PED, without his wallet, but with a gazillion amazing memories dancing in his head. As a wise EYPer once said, “Life is a workshop”. And he had just experienced the most exquisite one.

ŞayenTokyay

sharingjourneys.

ome people like singing, others like dancing. I like trains. But is it possible in the era of low cost fl ights to like trains without being Sheldon

Cooper or the weird asdf guy? How can we still have a preference for a mean of transportation, which is more than 200 years old?

Apart from the environmental and sustain-ability benefi ts of railway transportation, trains offer another hidden advantage to the average customer: the possibility to come in touch with other passen-gers for a long period of time. Nothing is comparable to the moment, the bond between two people in a cabin, only united by those 8 hours of sitting together waiting for time to pass. Those people know that it will be their last encounter; the laws of probability dic-tate that they shall never see each other again. Yet as “experience is wisdom”, if they cooperate they will be able to learn each other’s stories and backgrounds. Anything can be used as an excuse to break the ice with a bored neighbor: a question, a comment, a sim-ple show of sympathy. It is truly surprising how talka-tive can strangers get, if approached in a boring mo-ment.

How fascinating is it to walk in a night train, start setting up your couchette at 5 pm for an early wakeup call knowing that you will be sleeping with 5 other strangers, of various ages and cultural back-grounds. All those pajamas wearing weirdoes actually have a family, a home, a job, etc. The couchette soon becomes a treasure of experience, of stories, of funny little anecdotes. We all have our own tales, our little details that defi ne and characterize us. A train ride is the best way to get a more general view of life by discovering what it has to offer.

You slowly start imagining how your life would have been in the shoes of that individual. How would you have reacted to those weird situations? As the beautiful landscape goes by you cannot help wonder-ing how your life would have been if you were born in that house you see on a distant hill. What indescrib-able magic lies in a train ride!

Never mind the speed offered by planes. Never mind the autonomy offered by cars. A train is the best way to turn boring travels into a fascinating learning experience. With the right extrovert spirit and a simple travel route we have the possibility to enrich our paths with the words of strangers. The wheels move on the tracks opening our ears to the world of discovery!

ManfrediDanielis

tmntmania.

ave you ever wondered what the acronym 'TMNT' stands for? To be honest, I would stake my life on the

contrary.

Now I have to tell you something here: I somehow feel bad for those who ig-nore the answer - and sadly, there must be way too many of them. As far as I am con-cerned, it is a true duty to bring to light the meaning of these four magical letters.

The fi rst one is not yet an adult but no longer a child, the second is quite strange looking because it has mutated and Frankeinstein is one of them. You would not stand in the path of the third, as he fi ghts with katanas, nunchakus and shuriken blades. The last one is a very slow-to-move animal, that can hide itself amazingly quick-ly into its shell. The whole abreviation repre-sents the best comic story, fi ction charac-ters and TV cartoon ever!

Yes my friends, I well and truly am meaning the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Who on the face of the earth does not know about them? No one can pos-sibly deny that they were somehow pre-sent in each of our childhoods. Whether it was on the cereal boxes or on morning TV programmes, these four turtle heroes were literally everywhere to be seen! As for me, I'm convinced this is the only reason one should be proud of having been raised in the 90's.

As a kid, Teenage Mutant Ninja Tur-tles would be my reason for living. Spend-ing one single day without getting to see the creatures was absolutely impossible for me, and I must admit to having played long hours of fi ctive TMNT with my older brother. I was so big of a fanatic, I could even eas-ily enumerate – and spell- the name of the

main weapons used for their ninjutsu mar-tial art. And here comes the icing on the cake: Once, I covered my room's walls with felt-tip masked turtle drawings. True story.

This being said, I suppose you all understood that my blind passion often laid to disastrous consequences, but fi ve year old kids hardly fi nd a happy middle point. For instance, when Christmas time came, little Kensa would ask for a Ninja Turtle costume this habit last for no less than fi ve years. Then, I would always dress as a boy since no one can ignore that these mutant turtles are male turtles, and wear my broth-ers pants, which excessively irritated my father.

In school, I would recruit my mates to play TMNT games and indoctrinate them. Thus, I might be responsible for a good number of kids having been brainwashed with mutant turtles story. Mea culpa, then.

It does not stop there, and I am even afraid that the worst is yet to come. As a six year old, I would cover my body with the Name of the heroes: Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello and Michelangelo could be seen on my chest, arms, hands, legs and cheeks. Then two years later, on my eight birthday, I announced my parents that I wanted to get a Ninja Turtles tattoo. I think I do not need to state their answer here. My heart was broken for a long time, and I never really got over it.

I guess that this is the reason why I needed comfort, of which I found in eating pizza - just as Michelangelo does.

Now dear readers, one thing I have learnt from my long TMNT experience is the following: Passions may be the cause of lots of sorrows, but it is worth it for sure.

KensaTraore

dear romeo,he fi rst day of the session was absolutely amazing. I never knew there are so many lovely people in

the world apart from you. After all, there is a great bunch of cute people gathered over here in Poland. There’s this his one guy, he just cannot stand imperfect cir-cles. Isn’t that hilarious!

Anyway, there is already one thing I will take home with me: the love for moustaches. This guy who I was talking about – I think he is some sort of President and he is called Tiago – has the best moustache of the session. Dur-ing a game we needed to write down a person we would take with us to a lonely island and I could not help but think of Tiago. You should defi nitely grow one too, Romey, I have totally fallen in love with ‘staches.

On top of that I met two people you would have adored as well. They are my chairs. You have this jolly good lad looking like a hipster and even though he is a really caring person. And then there is a lady dressed up as Mario, can you believe it?! She is always smiling and constantly fi lls me with joy. I think I will remember those two for a long time!

I almost forgot, there were also loads of people taking photos of me, called journos. Boy, do I feel fabulous. Do you actually check the Facebook page regularly, darling? I have not seen you commenting anything witty. You know how important I think it is, so get to it.

Oh and sweetheart, do you re-member when we were on the balcony the other day? Like when we could not leave each other? I mean you were cry-ing and stuff. They say I will have the same feeling when I will be leaving this place. I hope Tiago will deliver just an emotional speech as you did on the bal-cony. That would ease the pain.

It’s not thee, but EYP that I shall compare to a summer’s day!

xoxo

Juliette, DROI MatthoMandersloot

“Wax on, wax off... Wax on, wax off... Wax on, wax off...” Remember the endless repeat of this one single motion sorely per-formed by Karate Kid (The Karate Kid, 1984)? It’s the most referred to example of dedication to sports. Give it a thought: have you ever felt so dedicated that you were willing to wash a load of cars, paint in-numerable square meters of fence and polish a fl oor the size of half a football pitch? All of this whilst being told you’re learning a martial art. Karate Kid did. His inexhaust-ible faithfulness to reach his goal was what inspired me to follow my dream too, without ever giving up on it. Set afl ame, I started the road of devoted taekwondo training.

Without seeing the pas-sion in Karate Kid my mental dura-bility would have stayed wrecked forever. “Today, my physiothera-pist told me that my knee injury was more severe that he thought. No more playing basketball for me. I’m never going to play in the NBA. One dream down,” could have been a fragment from my di-ary those days. However, thinking of Karate Kid and my love for the other sport I practiced, taekwon-do, I could have written this right the next day: “Today, I decided to devote myself to taekwondo. Eve-ry second of spare time is a sec-ond I have to train. I will not rest until I reach the World Champion-ships.”

Does it sound like a sur-real dream without chance? Well, it doesn’t matter! This is exactly what separates a martial arts practitioner’s mentality from oth-ers’: “Reach for the moon. The worst that can happen is you’ll fall among the stars,” is a far more inspirational mind-set than “Just keep it real, don’t get your hopes up.”In the end, people who set the bar as high as possible always achieve more.

What I saw in Karate Kid was the perfect combination be-tween this oriental wisdom and athletic efforts. The old sage, mis-ter Miyagi stoically teaches the kid all his calm mottos, shaping him mentally. martial arts are not about fi ghting, but about how to avoid having to fi ght. A belt is only made to hold up your pants; mastery of the martial arts is in your head and in your heart not in the colour of you belt.

In other words, martial arts are the way of life. Only when Karate Kid suffi ciently understood this and lost his impatience to just start kicking and punching right away, Miyagi allowed him to learn his fi rst techniques. And that’s how it’s supposed to be; imprudent practitioners don’t know what consequences misuse of martial arts techniques out on the street can have. In some countries it is obliged by the law to register in your passport if you have a black belt, so as to get punished when you have used your knowledge with bad intentions!

In my view there’s no other sport involving a whole philosophy and so much of your everyday life and way of thinking. You en-joy the benefi ts for the rest of your life: mental strength can get you almost everywhere. Learning for tests you don’t give up and start watching tv. When you’re almost late for work, you don’t drop the effort and continue walking slowly, but try harder and start running to get there on time. To come short, there’s one summarizing quote from a mental coach with which I grew up in the training dojang*. More and more I noticed it is ap-plicable to everything in life. It’s a grateful tribute to my 10 years taekwondo training and mental development I’d like to share – Vince Lombardi: “The only place success comes before work is in the dictionary.”

MA way of life.

*a dojang is a training hall for Korean martial arts

MatthoMandersloot

colour psychology.

Have you ever thought what im-pression you give to people just by the colours of your clothes? Or have you ever realised that you dress yourself with a par-ticular colour when you are tired or happy or relaxed? Well, that is all psychology. Yes, each and every colour has certain psycho-logical infl uence on your attitude and emo-tions. So, what is your colour?

Black - considered as the nega-tion of colour, black is conservative, goes well along with almost any colour except the very dark shades. It also has confl ict-ing connotations. It can be serious and conventional. The colour black can also be mysterious, sexy, and sophisticated.

Tip: Use the color black to convey ele-gance. Dark charcoal gray and very dark brown can sometimes stand in for black. Can you guess now why most EYPiers prefer black for the GA?

Red - a bright, warm colour that evokes strong emotions and is associat-ed with love, warmth and comfort. It also represents power and is considered an

intense, or even angry, color that creates feelings of excitement. Admit it, it is hot. It is a strong color that conjures up a range of seemingly confl icting emotions from pas-sionate love to violence and warfare. Red is the Cupid and the Devil.

Tip: Use the colour red to grab attention and to get people to take action. Also, if you dislike sinking into the background red suits your needs perfectly. In addition, use red to suggest confi dence and per-haps even a dash of danger…

White - purity, cleanliness, and in-nocence. Like black, white goes well with almost any color. To the human eye, white is a dazzling colour that can cause head-aches for some. Too much bright white can be blinding.

Tip: Use lots of white for a summer-time look.

Blue - calls to mind feelings of calmness or serenity. It is often described as peaceful, tranquil, secure, and orderly. Blue can also create feelings of sadness or

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colour psychology.colour psychology.

aloofness. It conveys importance and confi dence without being melancholic or sinister. Research has shown that people in blue rooms are more productive. Blue can also lower the pulse rate and body temperature.

Tip: Its cool, calming effect makes time pass more quickly and can help you sleep. It is a good colour for bedrooms. However, too much blue could dampen spirits… Also, just between girls: This is the most preferred colour from the boys!

Green - life. Abundant in nature, green sig-nifi es growth, renewal, health, and environment. On the fl ip side, green is jealousy or envy, also known as the green-eyed monster, and inexperi-ence. It is a restful color with some of the same calming attributes of blue. What is more, it rep-resents tranquility and good luck. Like blue, time moves faster in a green room.

Tip: With both a warming and cooling effect, the color green denotes balance, harmony, and sta-bility. Use several shades of green for a fresh, spring-time feel.

Yellow - the most visible colour, the most-attention getting one. Yellow is sunshine. It is a warm colour that, like red, has confl icting symbol-ism. On one hand, it denotes happiness and joy but on the other, yellow is the color of cowardice and deceit.

Tip: Use bright yellow to create excitement when red or orange might be too strong or too dark. Yellow can be perky when it comes to smiley faces and t-shirts combining fl owers. Use it to suggest freshness and citrus fruitiness.

Purple - the symbol of royalty and wealth and represents wisdom and spirituality. It is a mys-terious colour associated with both nobility and excitement. A purple room can boost a child's im-agination or an artist's creativity.

Tip: Deep or bright purple suggest riches. Light-er purple tones are more romantic and delicate. Use them wisely.

DROI is playing drunken bot-tle, pushing Titus around. Michi: “Gentle! GENTLE!!!” Matteo: “What? Some just like it rough.” Hmm, how does he know?

Bega, DROI girl, didn’t get ‘Swat the fl y’. “Why would you hit some-body?” Pure innocence: who would she be for one day? “My mum.”

In AGRI one person doesn’t like chair Dunja. Maciej decided to assassinate her with a potato by throwing it straight at her face. Without yelling ‘Dunja!’.

What do you get when you put ‘Vulnerable Viktoria’, ‘Sexy Sonat’ and ‘Jogging Jan’ together in one committee? Fried potatoes, a.k.a. DROI.

CULT 1 having motivational plac-ards like: “If you’re gonna do something crazy, do it with style” guess what’s the atmosphere in this committee.

CULT 1 became a team quickly and you could actually see the re-laxed atmosphere all over.

The “broken phone” game showed that CULT 2 need to take communication seriously and make their sayings clearer

“Swat the fl y” game was fun and revealed that CULT 2 refl exes are not quick enough

ITRE II has during this session’s Teambuilding set a new record for The Human Knot game. 5 sec-onds #beat #that #taches

Ege ITRE 2 has recently revealed her enjoyment of going shopping in her pyjamas. #totally #hipster

Dave-mania : this is the trouble ITRE I suffers from. They basically name everything 'Dave' (humans, animals, objects).

Russia's fault! Yes indeed, it seems ITRE I is holding the grudge against the country. What for? Don't even ask!

Since AFET is such a cool com-mittee, it is not surprising that their favorite word is 'Spoko', the Polish word for 'Cool!'

C'mon Guyies ! (AFET)

Listen moustachioes, EMPL 2 would like to remind you: “If you have a moustache you belong to the powerful youth that seek nothing but the truth!"

Expeditious EMPL 2 just released the cure for youth unemployment: “If you’re young and have mous-tache, you won’t be employed in garage.”

Respecting moustache, all EMPL 1 now got brand new Spanish moustachioed names. Heard there was a delegate named Vic-toria Fabian Tatu Mert Gabi.

Huge glorious fl ip cards, pro-fusely dedicated delegates defi n-ing the problems on brain drain and two alluring chairs: Recipe of EMPL 1.

ession, apart from all the positive things, is also a big physical and emotional challenge. When all the

work and no play made has Jake a dull boy, all the work and no sleep some-times makes participants act like actual Jack. The one from the fi nal scene of the story.*

It is constantly being on the highest performance. Everybody is responsible for many things, which can go wrong at any time. Session is therefore living in the constant state of stress. Sad but true, not everybody can manage it well.

“There must be the tension.” – sentence repeated in humorous way when something stressful is happening. Humor is one way to deal with it, but sometimes it’s not enough. Quick after-wards tension reaches critical level and is it’s on – anger.

Smiling doesn’t take any time. In fact, it helps by calming us down, which is crucial in stressful situation. Sometimes it is hard, but I reject the assumption it is impossible. And while dealing with crisis with other people it fi xes the atmosphere.

Murphy’s Laws was created because of a reason. Things tend to go wrong and being angry does not make them right. But through proper plan-ning, acting and spirit of cooperation, it will. – it is surprising that sometimes instead of that people go down to the path of argument.

Moreover, I get the impression that people like being stressed and an-gry, and that shouting gives them this unexplainable, unhealthy thrill. So even meaningless, silly issues leads to big fi ghts. Huge arguments caused by seri-ous problems of on which side of the ta-ble should be the cups for coffee break put or how to do the wake-up call in the morning are the classical examples. It’s true that sometimes tension just have to be unleashed somehow. But is it re-ally the proper way?

It’s a smaller hurt, when those things happen openly and loudly. But it is not always that way.

Sometimes just solving the problem… does not solves the problem at all. From the outside work performed by the team seems fi ne: task is done, crisis is stopped. Everybody can get back to work and they seems happy… But are they really? More attentive ear may spot the muted conversations of people dwelling about recent events. And these are not pleasing ones. Anger and frustration spreading through the corridors. And fi ve minutes earlier same voices stated that everything is okay and no hard feelings. When friendship and smiling is inherent bright part of every EYP session, plotting and back-stabbing is often its dark side.

Arguments and misunder-standings are caused by lack of com-munication. Being angry does not help anything. While and after dealing with stressful situation it is crucial to clear the atmosphere. Talk, listen, discuss and then talk again to make sure that everybody is satisfi ed with the out-come.

We joined the EYP to enjoy ourselves, everyone in their own per-sonal way. But I do not think that there is anybody whose priority is to be angry and argue with people. We are here to do what makes us happy. It is good to always remember that. Jack Torrance forgot about it – and at the very end it didn’t go well for him.

*I’m obviously talking about “Shining” by Stephen King, screened in an amazing adaptation by one and only Stanley Kubrick. In the story, au-thor Jack Torrance goes mad and tries to kill his whole family with an axe. If you are reading that - you have some serious catching up to do.

Michał Rejman

EYP sessions are known for being something out of the ordinary, something extraordinary and often life changing. But, and this is a big but, it all relies on your own expectations and attitude. If you, as an individual, come to a session hungry for EYP and full of enthusiasm, there is little that can fully dampen your spirits. If you, on the other, hand build up a wall of nega-tivity around yourself, then the session will be a disappointment before it even begins. There are some rules of thumb to follow. To make sure that you make your best session ever.

Involve everyone in discussions, don’t interrupt, and, almost most impor-tantly, have fun. It is crucial to remember that this is a chance for you to network and get to know new people who you never would have had chance to meet otherwise. Seek out people who make an impression on you, and you may have some of the most interesting conversations you’ll ever experience. These people are essential contacts for you to have undertakings and endeavours in the future.

With that being said, there are two more concepts I urge you to enforce upon

yourselves. Firstly, don’t be afraid of testing boundaries or trying something new. There will be times when you may feel uncomfort-able with what you are assigned to do, and that is perfectly fi ne. There is very little in this world that you will try for the fi rst time and be completely relaxed with. The only way for you to learn anything new, or de-velop your current capabilities, is by push-ing past your own boundaries. There is no other path to improvement.

Secondly, something that will make or break your session; you should trust your chair. Trust them with your life throughout the whole session. They have been in your shoes, they know what it’s like, and they know how to make the best out of it. Do not underestimate their power.

Remember: speak your mind, work as a team, listen, have fun, push past boundaries and trust your chairs. See? The essence of the whole article slimed down to one less than 100 symbols. Follow these guidelines and I can personally bet my moustache that you will not be the disap-pointed with the session. And I’m sure of winning.

best session ever.

Hugo Dürr

all you need is...

tarting from the beginning of the era of man, affection and serenity have always been goals many have tried

to reach. Everyone craves for love, no mat-ter how hard they might try to run away from it. Peace, on the other hand, is more elusive and harder to contemplate; we all have our own personal Gandhi and King preaching inside our minds what we want others to think as peace. And then there is money, the capitalistic symbol of wealth and quality of life, hated by many, loved by even more. It is our golden solarium brown God whose whims are our commandments and who has the ultimate power that can make all of our idealistic life wishes come true. It would be heresy to proclaim other-wise.

It all started with love. During the time when we were in our most primitive form of existence, referring to the time of Homo Neanderthals, we alike most of those we refer as animals, developed our own traditional mating calls. The males at-tracted females and vice versa, with either their physique, performance in a feat of strength or by having a signifi cant role in the society. It was all survival of the fi ttest, literally, the pretties of us prevailed, and the ugly perished. One might say that personal-ity had something to do with the selection, but that is what we call coincidence, or as a wise man would call it, blindness. Now we have freed ourselves with our mutual love for green, and uplifted our race from this prehistoric system so that we can now pur-chase our loved ones with moustache cups and chocolate.

Then, let there be peace. Through-out ages the most prestigious and the most beautiful of our kind have preached never endingly of a unifi ed word under the smil-ing sky and loving rainbows. The very ideal of peace warms our hearts and makes us feel good about the tiny things we have done. Sharing, understanding and appreci-ating the effort the selected Samaritans of our kind who fl ood our social media with the most heart braking offers on how just showing that we care we donate funds to tackle these vital issues. Luckily not only in-dividuals have taken this heroic step in se-curing our rights, many individual self-pro-claimed entrepreneurs of justice have taken a stand during these past 20 years. Mak-ing sure that the money we donate is spent well securing the equality of those we call less fortunate. Perhaps one day we all can enjoy our equal rights on a spa-weekend in Dubai.

True peace is not about the ide-als of individuals, it is the greater glory the heads of our money funded, money built, money working, monetary effi cient military forces see fi t though their own green-col-oured glasses.

Now try calling money the grate damnation of our race, it uplifts us, it saves us and redeems us. Thanks to money we are not tied to what our naturally born tal-ents may be, nor are we the slaves of our geno- and phenotype. Though ones start-ing point might be either in the 1% or in the 110% it does not really matter, as the Beatles used to sing, all you need is love umm… money.

others to think as peace. And then there is money, the capitalistic symbol of wealth and quality of life, hated by many, loved by even more. It is our golden solarium brown God whose whims are our commandments and who has the ultimate power that can make all of our idealistic life wishes come true. It would be heresy to proclaim other-

It all started with love. During the time when we were in our most primitive form of existence, referring to the time of Homo Neanderthals, we alike most of those we refer as animals, developed our own traditional mating calls. The males at-tracted females and vice versa, with either their physique, performance in a feat of strength or by having a signifi cant role in

our kind who fl ood our social media with the most heart braking offers on how just showing that we care we donate funds to tackle these vital issues. Luckily not only in-dividuals have taken this heroic step in se-curing our rights, many individual self-pro-claimed entrepreneurs of justice have taken a stand during these past 20 years. Mak-ing sure that the money we donate is spent well securing the equality of those we call less fortunate. Perhaps one day we all can enjoy our equal rights on a spa-weekend in Dubai.

True peace is not about the ide-als of individuals, it is the greater glory the heads of our money funded, money built, money working, monetary effi cient military forces see fi t though their own green-col-

WaltterSuominen

urovillage took place last night in the small and cozy

student café. All of the delegations brought their goodies in order to show us their traditional deli-cacies. Bragging about their countries, taking the plates and offering either drinks or food around, or sitting behind their table carefully explaining what their specialties are. The ambiance was brilliant and everyone did a great job.

Observer: “I think even Tiago, having eaten probably twice as many dishes as you ever did in your life, ate some-thing he had never eaten before. The Azerbaijani brought something I’m sure nobody knew.”

The real surprise however came from the Greeks, when we saw them wondering around and offering food, instead of us going to their ta-ble. The good persuasion skills of the delegates will not be easily forgotten nor the food, from the delicious olives to halva and from giant beans to honeyraki, everything was literally “having a stroll” through the café.

As what comes to traditional outfi ts, they will always leave everyone fl abbergasted: team be-ret, lederhosen, togas...

When you have seen everybody in smart casual/formal clothes, it is truly an eye-opener to see the same people wearing clothes that are supposed to suit their national features. When you are about to think you are used to tradi-tional clothes, a girl in a smashing orange morph suit shows up. Now that is showing love to your country.

All the people who had had their share of the dishes gathered outside to play some ‘funky chicken’. It turned out to be seemingly end-less. One after another followed with an imitation. This could have went on and on for hours, if only one of the chairs would not have shouted and reprimand everyone to help cleaning up.

But even that could not stop everyone from having fun: the sec-ond that the last leftover disappeared in the bin, ‘Disco Pogo’ almost blew up the speakers. Dance dance dance.

The evening was a success, food was really tasty and all the countries had something beautiful and tasteful to present us. The beverages did their appearance a bit late, but all the waiting was more than rewarding.

food aroundthe world.

MatthoMandersloot

IridaKarasmanoglou

“Dancing is like dreaming with your feet” - said Constanze. One word that in-cludes millions of images, shapes, and mu-sic. It’s an expression of culture, attitude, and personal world. There are so many dif-ferent kinds of dancing, addressed to dif-ferent people. Modern or not, traditional, folklore or just for fun - dancing is a way of life. It’s a type of art that generally involves body movement and can be used as a form of social interaction and exercise.

To begin with, the origins of dance go way back into the roots of civilisation. But as all the other things in life - it evolved. New, innovative fi gures were added to the already existing ones, modernising the way of dancing. Argentinian Tango is a per-fect example. In its beginnings, tango was danced only in special places called mi-longas and the hug between the pair was closed. There were no special fi gures. As time passed, the hug became more open and the steps more aggressive. Expressing harmony, love, trust, struggling or even fi ght between genders, tango is a great dance. The passion that we see in this particular kind went through many stages to fi nally be what all the world knows. And number of examples of innovation in dance is count-less. One kind that also went through a lot is hip-hop/street dance. Although there are some differences between these styles, I’m mentioning them together, be-

cause they are quite similar. Street dance was born in a poor districts of cities, where the youth couldn’t afforded paying for dance lessons. They were going out on the streets and dancing to express their emotions, which were anxiety and fear, but also – happiness. Dancers were gathering in crews, in order to protect each others from the “outsiders”. Street dancers even adopted a different way of life. As they say: “Dancing is not just about putting some music on and be with the rhythm. Dancing is a way of life, an identity.” Traditional dances on the other hand stayed away from the time’s touch and are being passed from generation to generation. Learning these dances allows us to get to know our origins and ances-tors. They tell a story. Every movement, lyric and costume is like pulled out from old stories your grandma used to tell you. But that doesn’t mean that traditional dances haven’t had any changes since their begin-nings.

There are so many different kinds of dances all over the world and I would need pages to mention them all. Like mu-sic, dance is accepting innovations and evolves, as long as no one mess with the core of their origin. As Dave Barry men-tioned “Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.” And he was right.

dancing throughlife.

Irida Karasmanoglou

Can you imagine what kind of in-novative revolution the fi rst developed pho-tographs must have been like? Back in the 1820’s one of the most innovating inventors of all time, as far as photography was con-cerned, Nicéphore Niépce, the man who produced the fi rst permanent photograph. His discoveries became the fundament of all pictures printed up until the end of the 20th century. At that time, another inno-vation changed the world of photography drastically: Sony unveiled the fi rst digital camera in 1981. Glory days for fi lm rolls, developing and tangible negatives seemed to be over. Yet again, innovation found her way in the form of reinventing analogue photography.

After the arrival of digital cam-eras only a handful of conservatives and extreme fashionistas stuck to analogues. Day by day the cameras became harder to get your hands on. Just when you thought they completely disappeared, Lomography came to the rescue. The company produc-es cheap, simple but solid analogue cam-eras for commercial needs. Rising popular-ity brought Lomography to open stores all over the globe.

The old-fashioned look analogue photos usually have, is considered very attractive nowadays. Probably because it goes hand in hand with the desire to return to old habits, which is more and more em-braced as well. Now this is a kind of para-dox: in order to answer the need for nos-talgia, we’re actually innovating, albeit an old technique. The renewed appreciation of analogue photographs brought about a new way of dealing with photographs in the fi rst place. They did not need to be crystal clear anymore. A bit of blur was considered ‘hipster’, James Blake’s well-known album cover being the perfect example of this.

Innovative or yearning for the past, I enjoy the simplicity of it: there is only one button to open the shutter and that is it. You can almost feel the image touching the fi lm when you are advancing the roll for the next picture. What’s more: it is always a complete surprise when you receive your pictures after developing! They can either turn out to be disastrous or splendiferous.

Since I am a Lomographer (a pho-tographer using Lomography cameras), you can expect a short analogue reportage of the session to come up in the last issue. Keep your eyes out!

reinventing analogues.

MatthoMandersloot

iago Tiago Tiago.

We hear his name thousand times a day, fi nd him in every place we go and hear him obsessing about circles.

Yes indeed, this twenty-six year old young man is stricter than he seems to be, at least as a president. He calls him-self a law student, but am I the only one thinking that instead there rather stands a geometry teacher? Whatever.

As you know, making a session outstanding demands loads of energy to our lovely president. Delegate friends, be-lieve me, he will actually take good care of us all.

The man has over thirty sessions on his credit, true story. Starting EYP in the year 2003, he has been chairing and pre-siding a swarm of events up to now. Only as chair and President? Of course not! Ti-ago might be exceptional, yet he made his fi rst EYPer steps as a scared delegate in a new world.

Now after a few delegate episodes, young Tiago went offi cial. Did you know that he even had a brief journalist period? Cross my heart. During an interview, Mr. President even made some confessions: 'I have to admit I was a bit of a paparazzo...I took three thousands pictures in a few days'. Well done, Moustachioed Master. We will rather have you as the President, though.

There comes another thing you all need to know about Tiago's power-mon-ger. The Chief admitted that if he had to choose an EYP role for life, he would prob-ably be a President. Can we see budding abuse of power here? If yes, at least it is not complete dictatorship: Tiago also men-tioned his pure feelings about the General Assembly. 'Do you know this moment right before G.A starts? You can feel the ten-sion: after so much work, this is it!'

What an EYPer! As you can see, a President is a model for everyone to follow. Thus, fellow delegates, here is my only ad-vice: Let us not disappoint him.

KensaTraore

2. Spontaneity is marvellous. So Mat-tho the Magnifi cient Moustache jumped into the stage all of a sudden between two ac-tually registered Euroconcert artists. A bit of Dutch Rock n Roll wouldn’t hurt anyone - he said and began singing and dancing to „Kom Van ‘t dak af”, unworldly funny and entertain-ing song. We are absolutely grateful for those three unforgettable orange minutes, Mattho.

And the Golden Globe of July the 14th goes to...

1. Simone! (Or “Siiiimooone!” - try say-ing it with a bit of melodic Italian accent and exaggerated gestures). Whole house began to clap and shout as he took the stage. With three songs: two beautiful Italian pieces and Human by The Killers, he was absolutely our star. He stole our hearts, he reminded us once more that we are not humans but dancers. So, all applauses for Simone! Com-plimenti, Simone, you’re the one.

You might think the Euroconcert madness fi nishes here. Oh please, of course it doesn’t. One does not simply conclude without thanking everyone who participated in the Euroconcert. You all made our day, you were all super cool.

And we hope that you also appreci-ated our Wannabe Moustache presentation as well. Maybe you wannabe our mous-taches, or just want to come and hug us for our effort. We will be waiting that, you know where to come. The good news is, you don’t need to slam your body down and wind it all around. Cheers!

electrifyingeuroconcert.

n artistically decorated, sophisti-cated club? Check. EYPer gentle-men suiting up like Barney Stinson?

Check. Ladies looking like Serena Van Der Woodsen? Check.

Journalism requires self-sacrifi ce. A journalist has to enjoy Euroconcert without leaving his fellow camera, running here and there with killing high heels to capture every second of the longly anticipated event. Yet, being a journalist has some advantages. Such as being entitled to select the Top 5 Singers of this exquisite event.

5. The one and only band that was formed of delegates during the whole Euro-concert. EMPL 1 – plus one adorable del-egate from CULT 1 – performed an incredible innovated version of YMCA, with an aes-thetic choreography. They managed to make every one join to the dance and sing along with them. Good job, honeybees!

4. The fantastic dance performance by the Georgian gems absolutely deserved a huge respect for their place in the Top 5 List of the Euroconcert. These two indescribably talented Georgian delegates were brilliant. We were all enchanted. Felicitations!

3. We have a wonderful surprise for you - said the admirable organiser Kasia, and at that very moment, Sonat from AGRI appeared on the stage. Wait, should I have called him JB? I think I should. With his JB hair made from broom, crazy sunglasses and enthusiasm, he sang “Baby”, with a hig participation of everyone. Even Mr. President who surprisingly even knew the rap part of the song. Thanks for the hilarious show, Sonat, and that would be baby baby uuuu aaah.

ŞayenTokyay