CVO werkt mee met Supervlieg
SuperVlieg-weekend in Heusden-Zolder op 29 en 30 mei 2010
Wat?
Het SuperVlieg-festival dat plaatsvindt op zaterdag 29 en zondag 30 mei 2010, is een bruisende familie- en gezinshappening vol met kunsten en kunstjes voor kinderen van 4 tot 12 jaar en hun mama’s, papa’s, oma’s en opa’s, ooms en tantes en andere vrienden en vriendinnen.
Meer weten?
Voor alle inlichtingen kan je terecht in CC MUZE, Dekenstraat 40, 3550 Heusden-Zolder, info@muze.be, 011/80.80.98, www.muze.be surf je naar www.SuperVlieg.be
Waar?
Alle activiteiten, voorstellingen en workshops vinden plaats in en rond CC MUZE.
Meedoen?
Meedoen aan alle workshops en vertellingen kan door het kopen van een stempelkaart. Deze zijn te verkrijgen in CC MUZE, de Gemeentelijke Academie voor Beeldende Kunst, de bibliotheek en het gemeentehuis van Heusden-Zolder. De voorverkoop loopt tot en met 28 mei 2010. Op het festival zelf zijn de kaartjes enkel te verkrijgen in CC MUZE. De stempelkaart kost 2 € in voorverkoop inclusief een leuk hebbeding. Een aantal activiteiten zijn gratis. Ouders en begeleiders moeten geen stempelkaart kopen maar we raden wel alle ouders en begeleiders aan om actief mee te doen. Voor een aantal workshops is de deelname van volwassenen noodzakelijk. Dit wordt immers een fijne dag voor iedereen.
Reserveren?
Voor alle voorstellingen kun je tickets verkrijgen in CC MUZE, Dekenstraat 40, Heusden-Zolder of via de website info@muze.be.
CVOHZ verzorgt de volgende workshop:
Toverfoto
Laat je fotograferen in onze fotostudio en tover jezelf in een andere wereld. Kies je pose en ga ervoor. Je kan daarna helemaal zelf de foto bewerken op één van de computers. De fotograaf staat voor jullie klaar, jullie zorgen voor een lekkere brok zottigheid!
29 en 30 mei van 14u tot 17u / voor alle leeftijden
Zaal 1 – Dekenstraat 40 – Heusden-Zolder
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De lange wachtrij op Supervlieg
La fiesta de Navidad del curso de español.
El 15 de diciembre de 2008 celebramos la gran fiesta navideña en la sala Schuttersgilde Sint-Martinus en Heusden que está cerca del hospital.
Nos divertimos de lo lindo. Todos llevábamos algo de color rojo y amarillo, los colores de la bandera de España.
Había muchas bebidas y tapas como por ejemplo jamón, queso manchego, ensaladilla, anchoas , calamares, boquerones y también paella.
También los ganadores del año anterior organizaron un concurso muy interesante sobre los diferentes aspectos de la vida española y latinoamericana : personas famosas, gastronomía, cultura, deporte, costumbres, política, historia y geografía. El premio fue una buena cantidad de vino chileno de la Tienda de la Solidaridad.
Al final pudimos disfrutar de una demostración de salsa.
La fiesta duró hasta el amanecer.
¡ Hasta la próxima !
Spaans naar toneel
La Clase del Quinto Curso de Español fue al Teatro en Amberes
El 4 de marzo de 2008 los alumnos, juntos con su dedicado profesor, Jef Timmermans, disfrutamos por la tercera vez de una obra de teatro en la lengua de Cervantes.
Así, el pequeño grupo de seis aficionados del arte dramático y del idioma acudieron a la acogedora sala de conciertos del Centro Cultural de Merksem, donde la compañía de teatro « Los Amigos de Talía *» suelen hacer una representación teatral dos veces al año.
Nuestra clase ya ha visto dos obras en 2007 : en marzo « Humo », de Juan Carlos Rubio y en diciembre « Te quiero , muñeca » de Ernesto Caballero.
Ahora le toca a la obra « El Método Grönholm » de Jordi Galceran, una sátira del mundo de las selecciones de personal. Tras ser adaptado su guión por el propio autor, la obra se convirtío también en una película por Marcelo Piñeyro. Este film fue presentado en Bélgica en el Filmfestival de Gante, obteniendo excelentes críticas. Nuestra clase ya lo ha visto en el Casino de Beringen, a finales de octubre de 2007.
Nuestro profesor, cada vez nos provee de extractos del texto de la obra, de manera que nosotros, estudiantes, podamos seguir con más facilidad y también aprendamos algunas palabras modernas y típicas, por ejemplo cómo soltar palabrotas, maldiciones y de vez en cuando otras palabras zalameras o sea encantadoras.
Haciendo y deshaciendo, se va aprendiendo, ¿verdad?
Sobre la obra : se trata de las vivencias de los cuatro últimos aspirantes a un cargo ejecutivo en una multinacional. Se someten a la prueba final del proceso de selección, una prueba conjunta en la que los absurdos juegos propuestos por parte de los psicólogos de la empresa se convierten en un combate violento y a veces despiadado, donde la crueldad y la falta de escrúpulos parecen no tener límites. Además, no saben que hay uno o quizás más topos en el grupo. Es interesante seguir hasta dónde están dispuestos a llegar para obtener el puesto de trabajo con el que siempre habían tan soñado. El desenlace es muy sorprendente.
Después del espectáculo, algunos de nosotros hablamos con los cuatro actores y les felicitamos por su éxito y por el papel fantástico que interpretaban.
Eran tres flamencos (los papeles de Fernando, Enrique y Mercedes) y un brasileño (el papel de Carlos), que también está estudiando el neerlandés.
Según nosotros el nivel alcanzado de la presentación artística y de la elocución por esos actores amateurs es muy impresionante.
¿ Vamos a obtener el mismo nivel de dominio del idioma?
No lo sé, pero lo que es cierto:
¡Qué bien nos hemos pasado esa noche en Amberes!
Auteur : Remy Sproelants
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Vertelfestival Alden Biesen
El actor de esa noche se llama Nilo Berrocal y es un artista apasionado. Es peruano pero actualmente vive en Holanda “donde viven las mujeres más lindas y hermosas del mundo”. El tema fue “Rumba, Ron y Revolución”. Explicó la historia y la situación actual de Cuba y las mezcló con su propia historia y la de una joven mujer holandesa, idealista y antiglobalista. La chica viaja a Cuba y conoce a varias realidades del país: la pobreza, la música y la salsa, personas que quieren dejar la isla, personas que siguen orgullosas de la Revolución. Nilo habló varias veces de la vida de Che Guevara y nos pareció que le tenía mucho respeto. El cuento fue gracioso y serio a la vez. La moraleja del cuento fue: “Hay que seguir su corazón y sus ideales, porque cada uno tiene su propia verdad. Al final el materialismo no hace feliz.” Nilo no solo declamó muy bien, sino cantó diferentes canciones cubanas con pasión y tocó varios instrumentos como la guitarra , la flauta de Pan y el cajón de percusión. También bailó la salsa de manera airosa como se la baila en Cuba. ¿¡Viva Cuba!? La representación de Nilo nos gustó mucho. Esperamos repetir esta experiencia el año que viene. terug |
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Il festival del racconto ad Alden Biesen
Gaeta Italia
« Voilà près de 20 ans que le conte m'attire, m'interroge, me trouble. Pendant tout ce temps, j'ai suivi des formations, j’ai rédigé des travaux sur le sujet. J'ai mis en route un premier tour de contes ‘C'era una volta’ en 2002. Puis au fur et à mesure du travail en atelier, un tour de contes s'est construit presque en dehors de moi. Les contes traditionnels, les histoires de vie de mes parents ont alors pris leur place. Des récits de vie que j'ai reproduits d'après mes souvenirs de petite fille, des récits qui prennent parfois la forme de légende. J'ai voulu respecter la façon dont je les ai reçus et entendus la première fois. Le tour de contes s'est construit autour de la vie de mes parents, il parle d'eux avec tendresse et humour. Il parle de l'Italie et de l'immigration. Il parle des racines, de départ, de solitude, de courage,...d'amour. »
Amore
“Amare fino alla voluttà
Morire di troppo amore
Dimenticare tutto, la vita pari
Sognare l'infinità
Ed essere tutta sua (o quasi...)"
"Amore. Un viaggio attraverso racconti tradizionali, novelle e scheggie di vita per
dire storie di amori divertenti, fantastici, tragici o ironici."
Mercoledí, il 16 aprile avevamo appuntamento all’ingresso di Alden Biesen per andare al festival del racconto. Quest’anno anche l’italiano aveva una rappresentante, Gaeta Italia (un bel nome adatto !!!) che ci ha divertito con una decina di piccoli racconti sull’amore.
Gaeta era accompagnata da un musicista che, con vari strumenti, suonava una musica leggera di sottofondo per rendere il tutto ancora più bello, più avvincente.
I racconti erano divertenti, facili da capire (non tutto, ma quasi). Gaeta ha regolarmente avuto interazione con il pubblico (che mi è piaciuto molto). Non c’erano solo racconti, c’erano anche alcune canzoni (fra l’altro una canzone napolitana di cui non si capiva quasi niente ... che scoraggiante !!!).
Dopo la rappresentazione abbiamo avuto ancora l’occasione di parlare con gli artisti e di fare una fotografia del gruppo con gli artisti (qui sotto il risultato).
Era un’iniziativa molto piacevole, certamente da rifare l’anno prossimo.
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International storytelling festival 2008 at Alden Biesen.
Hilde Delsupehe about the International storytelling festival 2008 at Alden Biesen.
The organizers of the festival informed me months in advance; I suppose my name is well known there because it isn’t the first time that I assemble a group of students for this “story” evening.
But this time it was different: because of my illness I couldn’t do it alone. So I am full of praise for Rita who did everything possible to assemble the class. Thanks Rita !!
You could hardly imagine a more beautiful « décor » than a castle like Alden Biesen to enjoy stories of all kind. And, particulary to me, the presence of all my classmates was a real delight… The large room was full to bursting and it was possible to drink some beer or wine. Ambiance ensured!
Our first narrator was Ben Haggarty. Immediately a bull’s-eye! He is very sympathetic and internationally respected for his lively performances and for his knowledge of stories and diverse narrative traditions. He is a real master of improvisation. I read somewhere that he has a working repertoire of over 250 folktales, wonder tales, epics and myths, which he tells to all kinds of audience.
He told us a story about a poor boy who had lost his mother the day before. On her deathbed she gave him a last advice: “Always do unto others as you would they should do unto you…”He decides to leave his home to see the world. The following day he meets the devil who is touched by the goodwill of the boy and who promises him fortune and happiness. But, 12 years later, he will come back and ask him some questions: when the boy can’t give a good answer, he will lose everything…A masterstroke by Ben Haggarty: it was the audience who had to answer. He created a conversation with us, a really interesting improvisation, very funny!
David Ambrose was the second storyteller. He tells traditional tales coming from Wales (his mother’s country) in a dynamic style linked to a lively use of English language. David has been at the forefront of the storytelling revival in Wales for the past 15 years. He likes to speak about the mists of Celtic Britain. The story he told us is an ancient legend of Llyn Y Fan Fach (Welsh, meaning Lake of the small beacon-hill). This lake is located in the eastern border of the Black Mountain in Carmarthenshire. In the legend, a local young man, son of a widow agreed to marry a beautiful girl who rose from the lake, on the condition that he would not hit her three times. He accepted because the girl was so beautiful, and they were happy for years putting up a house and bringing up a family. The girl had very special cattle and other animals. But over time the man hit his wife three times and she had to go back to the lake according to the promise…The story continues but I will not tell the rest….
The next storyteller was Nick Hennessy. He is 35 years old and although he was born in Macclesfield, Cheshire, it was in Alderley Edge, about 10 miles south of Manchester that he passed his childhood. It was Alderley’s legends – of a man, a sleeping king and of a mysterious guide who leads the way through Iron Gates deep into the heart of the hill – that made the most profound impression on him. But his first true love was music.
Now, as a full-time performer, whether singing or speaking, he recognises the power of the word on the air. The spoken word is a force of nature. Whatever it touches, it transforms.
His story is about a farmer who wanted to hitch up the plough once more (it was early in the year) and turn the earth anew. When he opened the door of the barn there was a loud squawk: a stork attacked him and the farmer took his knife and hurled it at the bird. But the stork picked it up and took to the air. A strange thing happened: a restlessness arose in the farmer’s heart. He said to his wife:” I know I can’t stay here, I must set to the road” So he bid farewell to his wife and children and began a long trip… (To be continued…)
There was a short pause and after that our three storytellers went on…
It was a very, very interesting evening. We are already looking forward to the next year. And what can I say more? The absent are always in the wrong….
  
Ben Haggarty David Ambrose Nick Hennessy
Hilde Delsupehe (Advanced English)
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The Teapot Story
The teapot story
Once there was a young woman who lived in a very small town, and as all young women she wanted more from life than her parents thought would be good for her.
And so it happened that one day she came home with something that young women of that time and of that village weren't supposed to come home with.
But as she was different of the rest she didn't care, she left her parents’ house and looked for some place where she could live her life in peace. She found work and all the coming years she worked very hard to take care of her beloved son. She never got any help from anybody and with the passing of the years she had to work harder and harder because, as we all know, raising a child costs a lot of money. But she loved her son very much and he was a good boy. She always motivated him to study well and hard so that he could have a better and easier life later. And the son studied hard and as he was very intelligent, he always was the best pupil of the school. His mother was really very proud of him. And so it happened that the little boy became a young man and because of his excellent degrees he received a scholarship to go to university in another town far away.
His mother was so very proud of him. Now she knew that all her working and suffering hadn't been in vain. But as the day of his departure came closer and closer she became more and more afraid. All these years she had only lived for him, all her thoughts and energy and all her love had their beginning and ending in her beloved son.
But as her love for him was so great she didn't say anything of all this to her son. And on that particular morning in October she accompanied him to the bus. And her good son said: ‘don’t worry mom I will write to you every day, or at least every week and when I am able I will come home as often as possible. And so the bus left and she went home and she cried the whole day.
For the son a new life started, until then he had only lived with his mother in his little town and as they didn't have much money to spend on trips and things like that he hadn't seen much of the world nor of the girls that inhabited this beautiful world. And the son discovered that he liked all this beauty of the world and of the girls and that the girls liked him.
So he started learning new things, things you can't learn in school nor at university. And he learned to know this particular girl better and better, she also lived in the same building as he had his room in. And life was beautiful and time went by. The first week, the second week the third week, the first month, and all this time he hadn't even thought of his mother.
But then one day the telephone rang in the building he was living in and his girl friend picked it up. It was his mother and she wanted to talk to him. "'Hello son, I hope you are fine, I called the school to find out the address and telephone number of the place you are living in, as I didn't hear from you.'' “Oh mum'', the son said, '' you see, time flies here and I have met so many new people, I'm sorry really, but I didn't realize that I was already here for so long.''
''And who was that young woman who picked up the telephone son?'' his mother asked.
'' O just a friend who also lives here, nobody special. “
"Well son I am coming to visit you next week by bus,'' his mother said .
Silence on the other side of the phone....'' Well mum that is very nice of you, until next week then.''
The next weekend his mother came. They sat together and they had tea and biscuits and the young girl had tea and biscuits together with them. And his mother asked again what this young woman was doing here with him and he told his mother not to worry, she was just a friend, it was not what his mother thought it was. She was just a friend who lived here in the same house, she had her own room just as he had his own room.
So the mother stayed the whole weekend and she talked with her son and she talked with the girl. And they had more tea and more biscuits together. And on Sunday she took the bus home and her son said again to his mother not to worry, that the girl was not what she thought it was and he promised his mother to write to her very soon.
Two days later his girlfriend, who had very rich parents, came and told him that her very expensive silver teapot was missing since the day his mother visited them and she told him to write to his mother and to ask her if she hadn't taken it with her (by mistake of course) as the mother was very poor and the teapot was worth a lot of money. So it happened that the boy kept his promise to write his mother very soon. And he wrote her this letter.
''Dearest mother, it was very nice seeing you this weekend, and as you see I'm already writing you. Could you please check your handbag If perhaps, by any coincidence, the teapot of the young woman you met here with me, could have fallen from the table into your bag. Don't misunderstand me mother, I 'm not saying you have taken it, but you never know, perhaps it may have seen the chance to slip into you handbag, without telling you of course, you know how beautiful teapots can behave don't you. Really, I'm not saying you have stolen it, but maybe you just took it by mistake thinking it was yours. Dear mother could please write me back very soon as it is a very expensive teapot and as the matter is very important to me. Your son.
And two days later the son received a letter from his mother.
''Dearest son, I was really very pleased to receive your letter last week, I knew you hadn't forgotten me. And as you told me last week things aren't always as we think they are or as it seems they are and therefore you shouldn't misunderstand me now.
I'm not saying that what you have with this girl is as it may seem to me.
And I'm not saying that she isn't sleeping in her own bed.
And of course I'm not saying that she is sleeping with you or that you are sleeping with her.
The only thing I can say is that the girl would have found her teapot already a week ago if she had slept in her own bed. With love, your mother.''
Linde Aerts, 3-2a
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Tentoonstelling Jos Aerts
Dinsdag 3 juni jl. bezochten we met de klas digitale fotografie 2 voor senioren de fototentoonstelling ’35 jaar fotografie Jos Aerts’ . Deze tentoonstelling vond plaats in de Herkenrodeabdij in Hasselt. De fotograaf, Jos Aerts, was onze persoonlijke gids. Hij vertelde ons het verhaal achter elke foto. Het was een mooie afsluiter van de tweede module. Dank aan onze sympathieke leraar Jan Engelborghs voor zijn inzet en geduld. terugFotograaf van dienst: Mia Casteur Verslag: Nicole Vanthienen
Turkse Avond 2008
 Turkse Avond
De Turkse avond werd dit jaar op een vrijdagavond georganiseerd op aanvraag van de cursisten. Dan hoeven ze immers niet vroeg naar huis te gaan.
De Turkse avond werd georganiseerd in Restaurant Anatolia in Genk op vrijdag 19 december 2008. Restaurant Anatolia is een ruim restaurant, waar speciale evenementen georganiseerd kunnen worden zoals bruiloften, recepties, diners, animatieavonden. Het etablissement biedt het beste aan van de Turkse keuken.
Rond 19.00 uur kwamen de cursisten aan. De cursisten van al de vier niveaus deden mee. Met de partners samen kwamen we aan een cijfer van 50.
We konden er onbeperkt buffetten en hadden de keuze uit het volgende:
• dagsoep
• een uitgebreid ‘Meze’ buffet
Zoals bij wel meer mediterrane keukens het geval is, wordt er ontzettend veel aandacht besteed aan het voorgerecht, de ‘Meze’ genaamd.
Er bestaat een assortiment van ruim driehonderd soorten ‘kleine hapjes’, waaruit zo een meze kan worden samengesteld.
• saladebuffet met aangepaste sauzen
• een uitgebreid warm buffet met een variatie van vis-, vlees- en kipgerechten, groetenstoofpot, aardappelbereidingen en Turkse rijst.
• grilgerechten: kip- of vleesbrochettes, köfte (Turkse gehaktballetjes), Adana kebab.
• ovengerechten: Turkse pizza’s, stoofpotjes e.a.
• versgemaakte broodsoorten
• ‘börek’ met spinazie of kaas, ter plaatse traditioneel klaargemaakt door een Turkse kok op een saç (een gebogen Turkse bakplaat)
• dessertbuffet met heerlijke Turkse zoetigheden en fruit
• Turkse thee
Met zachte Turkse muziek in de achtergrond begonnen we aan de buffetronde. Mmmm, alles zag er lekker uit. Van voorgerecht tot dessert. Dat was even smullen. Het was zeer lekker.
Rond 22:30 uur … de show begon … (zie foto’s, geen commentaar nodig denk ik ☺ )
De buikdanseres zorgde voor een perfecte animatie. Ze organiseerde een danswedstrijd met drie mensen uit het publiek en liet hen dansen.
We vlogen allemaal op de danspiste. Ik hield mij bezig om de cursisten Turkse danspasjes te leren. Cursisten met Turkse partners konden al redelijk goed Turks dansen en meezingen. Er waren ook natuurlijk cursisten die zich voor het eerst waagden om Turks te dansen.
Rond 24.00 uur begonnen sommige cursisten met een vrolijk gezicht af te zakken naar huis. Anderen bleven tot ongeveer 01.30 uur dansen en aangenaam babbelen. Cursisten van het eerste, het tweede, het derde en het vierde jaar kwamen zeer goed overeen. Iedereen was zeer blij met deze avond. Ze hebben lekker gegeten en hebben zich goed geamuseerd.
Het was een perfecte avond en ik bedank iedereen, de zaakvoerders Hakan, Havva, İsmail en alle andere medewerkers.
En vooral heel veel dank aan onze cursisten, die hun beste beentje, letterlijk en figuurlijk hebben voorgezet.
Cursisten hebben achteraf “dank” e-mails gestuurd i.v.m. de geslaagde Turkse avond.
Vatbaar voor herhaling !
Tülin
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