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First camp as a volunteer

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CaraUyttebroeck

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In 2013-2014, I went on exchange to Finland with an organisation named AFS Intercultural Programs. When I came back to Belgium, I became a volunteer for them. Here's a piece I wrote after the first camp I participated in as a volunteerAll Rights Reserved

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My first camp as an AFS volunteer
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