49.5旧文-关于PKUNMUN2007

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Many years later, as he faces the picture of the Model UNESCO Committee, delegate from the Netherlands is to remember that distant afternoon when the committee passed his site bid without negation. He is to remember that he belonged to the only Model UNESCO Committee around the world in his year. He has kept carefully intact every page of messages from other delegates, every sentence in the nomination paper depicting quietly the very existence of the Archaeological Site of Ghirza, every word and gesture during the presentation, Q&A session and remarks, enlightening or digressive, every exchange of look, smiles or ideas, and every newly discovered facet of self. Not in bookcases, nor in a corner of oblivion in the memory, but in his blood and soul of tomorrow.

When I was only 4 feet tall, holding the picture books for small kids, I always dreamed of standing in the midst of the Stonehenge, embracing the pyramids of Khufu and Khafre, musing upon the majesty of the Parthenon, and discovering the evidence of all that had existed, though, only out of an innate passion rather than deliberate interest. Childhood obsession seems to foreshadow my rapture at being chosen as the delegate in the World Heritage Center in a national Model United Nations conference. Not the Security Council, nor the United Nations Development Program, I knew it was for me, the brat who continuously sought a sense of belonging and devotion. The task of finding an eligible site for the World Heritage Criteria in North Africa and preparing for a presentation and Q&A first seemed easy—well, at first. The excitation and fascination were soon overwhelmed by a void of direction. Only then did the real challenge and joy fall into my life.

Forever unforgettable are the numerous nights when I sat alone in the dark room before a computer searching for the pinpoint site among a vast wilderness of the weather-beaten land, and the sequent repetition of searching and reading the meager information about the chosen relics. The answer to my request from the Libyan embassy was they have no resources available. No one was to help me, I said to my self, to single out and classify the just correct information and to present it properly. Those were the lonely moments, and the road to the point of my life, a road of solitude. It belonged to the darkness, to the lonely room with the lonesome figure, to a sense of keeping on a steady journey on a tortuous road. It was a road everyone would walk down, but, I repeated to myself everytime I found the whole process boresome that we belonged the only and last Model World Heritage Center committee among the over 200,000 MUN participants in the world. I was not only doing the thing I was personally fond of, but exploring a road less traveled by. It was 100 days of solitude preparing for the paper and presentation, in which I covered the state of conservation, factors affecting the property, protections and management of the property to every point I could think of. By a few exchange of emails with the local tourist manager, discussion with nomination partners and study of relative documents, I finally came to be adequately aware of the developing, tourism and environmental pressures, disaster and buffer zone situations, the protective designation and implementations, relative plans and systems, and expertise, staff and financial resources of Ghirza, the site we were nominating,

And then there were more than words and papers during the conference. There was the time when delegates of America wanted to make up for the harm of a conflagration by stating the fire somewhat contributed to the diversity but were misunderstood as understating the damage, and a few of us encouraged the nominators and talked to most delegates about the essential point. There was a time when delegate of Norway wanted to adjust the order to finish her nomination on her birthday but cried for being refused, and my partner and I motioned that everyone sing a birthday song for her. There was the time when our nomination, though passed without negations, was questioned because of the nominated country’s lack of financial assurability and a complete system for protection, and we wrote a temporary solution to 3 o’clock to perfect the nomination. There was the time when the US delegate still stayed rejective regarding some imperfections of protection due to the country’s own lack of assurance in the Norway delegates’ nomination, and my partner and I talked to them in the last 3 minutes before voting. Finally we felt reassured as US delegate voiced “yes”, and the whole session came to an end.

It was the occasion I found myself when doing researches and writing papers alone. Solitude was the best baptism for one’s transformation to maturity. It was the occasion I found myself when attempting to persuade others. Their different approaches to a problem let me reflect my own. It was the occasion I found myself when building friendship with everyone. They reminded me of the collected work of individuals as myself. This is more than a nomination, but the beginning of a ceaseless quest of self.
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