The Inside Story of the 7th World Islamic Economic Forum – Astana, Kazakhstan
View from my hotel room - Baiterek, Astana
If you read my previous post entitled The Hardest Part, you would know the hard choice I had to make between a job and a friend. I’ve chosen to work with WIEF Foundation in their 7th WIEF in Astana, Kazakhstan. For me, Kazakhstan was an eye-opener. We at WIEF had to work twice if not triple as hard as we were when we held the Forum in Kuala Lumpur last year. Language barrier was the most difficult part. The Kazakh uses Russian and we Malaysian uses English. The first communication barrier hits me a month before the Forum when the Kazakh replied my emails in Russian. I knocked my head on the table wondering how are we going to host this Forum if they can’t even reply our emails in English. Thanks to the technology, now we have Google Translate to help us understand what they said in their emails. After this incident, I started to learn more about Kazakhstan. Most of us realize the existence of Kazakhstan after the famous Jewish actor act in the movie Borat. There’s nothing much that we know from the movie except that Kazakhstan was a poor country. We know how the flag looks like from the movie. We know the name – Kazakhstan from the movie. That’s pretty much what we understand about Kazakhstan. However, from my experience in Kazakhstan, that’s not entirely true. Kazakhstan is not a poor country. They have so many natural resources such as oil & gas, uranium, ferrous and non-ferrous metals, machinery, chemicals, grain, wool, meat, coal, and so much more. It’s the 9th largest country in the world with 15.7 million people. The country can grow as one of the biggest rival to Malaysia and China in the developing countries if they wanted to. Kazakhstan per capita income is USD 11,510, which is a 17.8% lower compared to Malaysian per capita income (USD 14,012). This shows how much the Kazakh has grown within the last 20 years after their independence and they are growing fast.
Astana Mosque
Lets talk about my experience working in a former Soviet Union country. As for someone who was brought up in a British education system and graduated college from America, coming to a former Soviet Union country makes me a little nervous. What’s more when I saw the Soviet Union Emblem in the shoulder of the Kazakh immigration officer. I crossed my finger so that the officer would let me in. Lucky enough for me, I got through without any problem. So the first day of work in Kazakhstan starts. Aliou and I arrived in the morning. As soon as we arrived in our hotel, we started our internal meeting with Jackie and Said. Few hours later was the meeting with the Kazakh Government. The first thing runs into my mind during the meeting with the Kazakh was that none of them brought a notebook to write the minutes. It seems like they can remember everything that we talked about during the meeting. I have doubts that whatever we agreed upon will be fulfilled and true enough that happens. We have to meet them at our hotel since we will not get security clearance to enter their offices, which personally I think is ridiculous. It’s all about security in Kazakhstan. Everywhere we went, the question was about security, which for me was a little annoying. I think we’ve been spoil by being Malaysian as the security was not a problem. We have no problems shaking hands with the Prime Minister!
I’m in charged of handling the delegates of the 7th WIEF. My job scope includes handling their airport transfer, hotel bookings, visa arrangement, and shuttle to the venue. Therefore, I have to meet up with the locals. There I learn a lot about how the Kazakh do their work. In my opinion, the way the Kazakh do their work is almost the same as how Malaysian do their work. Some are very professional and some couldn’t care less. The only difference are that the woman that I had to work with are extremely gorgeous. Even the lady at our hotel concierge is beautiful. I was distracted for the first couple of days but gain my focus after that. For once the rumors about the beauty of Kazakh woman are true.
One of the most embarrassing moment I had was at the Astana International Airport. The Forum was in a couple of days and the VIPs, speakers, and delegates are arriving. Astana Airport requires everyone to go through a security check as they enter the airport. The security in Kazakhstan is tight as usual. I took off all metals and bags at the security counter to enter the airport. I went through the metal detector and got my wallet, belt, watch, etc and run to the arrival hall as one of the Ian (one of the VIP) is arriving and expected to see me at the airport. I saw the WIEF registration counters at the airport. It all looks good and ready for the delegates registration. So I tried to talk to one of them as the counter looks really attractive with the gorgeous ladies behind it. Couple minutes later, Ian texted me, “we’re here.” Then, I greet him and say hello. We chat for a little while. I brought him to the WIEF registration counter to get his credential and then guided him to his transport outside. It feels great to finally meet someone that you’ve been emailing for the past few months. Once its done, I walked back to my driver and ready to head back to the hotel as it’s already 2 AM. Right before we left the airport, I realized that I don’t have my bag with me. As sleepy as I was, I ran all the way back to the arrival hall and meet with their airport security. My bag wasn’t there. I asked one of the registration ladies to help me with getting my bag as the officers doesn’t speak English. Luckily for me, Sulu (the registration lady) was there and she speaks excellent English. Then, the security brought me to the detention room and I immediately saw my bag on top of their desk. Everything that were in my bag were taken out, including all the rubbish and left-over food plastics. I was so embarrassed. To make it even worst, Sulu is actually really hot. I wish I could take the left-over plastics and wrapped the embarrassment over my head. I had to write a letter to the authority saying that it was my mistake and nothing went missing. Again, as I don’t speak Russian nor I know how to read or write, Sulu was there to assist me. Double shot of embarrassment. She wrote the letter in Russian and in English. I signed it and I was let go with my bag. Fuh! That’s it. No more impressing the ladies when you’re sleepy because at the end of the day, you’ll just embarrassing yourself. No more. Period!
The Venue - Palace of Independence
The Pyramid
7 WIEF Banner on Palace of Independence