What it’s like to teach in… Macedonia
At 6.30am, I go to the bus station. If you saw the minivan I get to school, you’d think it was from a museum. It breaks down often, and we end up trapped on the road for hours.
I travel from the city of Bitola to the remote village of Ivanjevci to teach pupils at Koco Racin School. Despite being recognised for my teaching on international stages, I can’t get a job transfer to the city in which I live. It’s an embarrassing and sad situation. If you have no time and ambition for total political engagement, you have no chance of progress. As a country, we’re sinking lower and lower.
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