Danny Teller was born in 1964. He lived in the UK for most of his childhood before moving to Israel just after his twenty-first birthday in 1985. He left Israel in 2002 after residing there for 17 years. Then he spent three months in the United States before making another move—this time to Nepal for nearly six months. Danny taught English to children in a rather remote Nepalese village school before returning to his country of origin for the next few years.
Between 2003 and 2009 he invested much of his time in improve his skills in creative writing, IT and the media.
Furthermore during this time he did some rather extensive traveling throughout the world.
Since 2009, Danny has moved to Tianjin, China, where he is currently residing with Yvonne Wu who has since become his new Wife.
Danny has a passion for creative writing (fiction and nonfiction) plus poetry and songs.
His biggest challenge in his autobiography set in Israel.
Yvonne Wu was born in December 1968 in a small rural village in northern China. In 1989, after graduating from university, Yvonne entered a national trade company that finally went into bankruptcy in 1999. This resulted in a change of jobs and a new career, part of which required learning more about information technology and English language skills to survive. Since February 2009, Yvonne has been connected to a certain United Kingdom national named Danny Teller, who also was looking for a trustworthy and loyal companion. No doubt Yvonne is resolute in her belief that the fate and fortune of individuals are related to the country’s fate. Yvonne, since meeting Danny, has likewise indicated an interest in writing, traveling, and foreign trade. Both wish to become authors.
I tend to think that getting up in the morning is not just for the sake or it.
Many people do this but i am not not of this opinion
Get up for real purpose and meaning even though its not so easy to do.
And most of all never give up any hope.
A shower of flowers in Nepal
In April 2003 I completed a successful teaching programme in southern Nepal. The teachers of their school invited me back to the staff room for a farewell send off.
My programme had been extended due to the popularity of my teaching and overall guidance with the education.
Having contributed tremendously to the Jana Pradepan English Boarding School in Patihani, Chitwan I was now a local hero.
This area was considered a remote village by Nepali standards.
However even this place was close compared to other parts of Nepal where I heard there was no power supply at all and well off the beaten track.
My school had been the ideal place for me to teach and it was time for the teachers to say good bye.
18 teachers had graced me in all the classes and treated me like a king in leaps and bounds.
This afternoon was without the presence of the children and it took some effort for all the teachers to all come during a brief summer break.
Inside the staffroom we gathered around.
Then speeches were made, the men were actually better at doing it than woman because of the level of English.
What English the woman did know they used.
What had been an experience in a school of extra ordinary caliber it was time for my speech in my space.
It lasted but a few minutes, it was not conducted in Nepali even though I did know about 700 words in that language.
My English was clear and precise.
Then when I had an opportunity to get my breath back came the flowers.
The woman hand picked the flowers and put them in a large bowl.
As I stood there and with red marks all over my face it was soon covered with all shapes and sizes.
This was celebrating in typical Nepalese style so I might has well savor every moment of it.
It was all too clear that these people were poor and as much as they had nothing it was something that they did which made me feel so good.
As the woman came past me they took a handful of flowers from the bowl and threw it all over me.
The shower was a way of saying thank you in a way I had never previously encountered.
“Mr Danny we love you so much, we may not have money to give you but we can thank you in many other ways. We have no expensive present other than this picture which we bought from a souvenir shop.
That was taken from the Annoporna mountain range located near the popular tourist town of Pockara in the Western side of the Nepal.
It was for me the proudest moment of my life as the small and large petals flew over my head in a maze of make belief.
The shower of flowers may not have indicated much by modern standards but I had performed a truly professional job as a teacher and against all the odds.
From a Nepalese prospective this treatment did me proud which was also in the absence of a proper family to support or encouragement me as I would have wanted.
Thus I decided the working conditions were a bit much to put up with at times to say the very least but the shower of flowers kept pouring over my head in an array of beauty and perfection.
It was for sure that I would not witness this appreciation for years to come if at all and after not having been treated very well by many bosses this shower of flowers somewhat compensated for that loss.
For people in Israel were not able to do this despite it being THE HOLY LAND.
In such a contrasting world of make belief when the financially rich often give next to nothing and with a grudge but here in Nepal they gave me their all.
As the bowl of petals was now empty I was covered in red petals indicating the proof was in the pudding.
