Millo at Large

On Monday my mom had the great idea to put on a play for the school, and she chose The Lion King, a classic.

Read throughs started Tuesday but Wednesday was the day it started to get intense. Two more days till showtime! The read throughs turn to run throughs, which complicate everything. Reminding the students that the best shot we have at putting on a play is simply just focusing. The whole day was spent running through endless lines, but being with the kids made it all go by in a minute.

Later in the day, I decided to follow one of my passions: pottery. Not just any pottery, but throwing (a method of pottery that involves a spinning plate, which is used to make almost anything). We went to Tuna, a tiny village a short drive away. The paved roads turned bumpy, and the houses slowly disappeared, it looked like we were in the middle of nowhere.

We finally pulled up to a gate of the potter’s home. I was taken to the back, where he was hard at work making beautiful water jugs. I observed him do his daily routine when I was offered to try it myself. Personally, I get stage fright sometimes so to help myself I make sure there are no expectations, which is what I did. I started throwing on the wheel and everyone was gasping with surprise, even the potter himself.

The language barrier did not stop us, we spoke through pottery, through our hand movements, and the occasional grunt if I made a mistake. He taught me many new things from how to make the rim better on a bowl, to how to cut your piece off the disk evenly. Overall, it was an amazing learning experience which taught me that we do not need a shared language to communicate.