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is fashionable now to talk about integration, immigration, multiculturalism, intercultural ... and all those words with many syllables, which seems to never go to has just made. Perhaps because it so fashionable these terms so abstract and difficult to specify, also outcrop complex feelings that appeal not to reason but to elements that have more to do with our identity, and therefore, more visceral : country, nation, culture God ... Of all of them would say we could have some idea of \u200b\u200bwhat they mean to us, but certainly when compared to its neighbor are so different that some discussion, not always pleasant-emerge: what is my culture, how I define my identity, where it ends I consider my nation and my country. We all have some idea of \u200b\u200bwhat it means to us, but it would be difficult to describe in full, as on this issue like no other, the total is more than the sum of its parts.

On the complexity of defining our identity, recently I came across an Internet discussion about the social / cultural that has and will have 27% of children born in 2008 in Catalunya at least one parent is an immigrant . As expected, in a society - and I am not only referring to the Catalan-where immigration over the past 5 years has been considered a major concern, this issue has brought to the surface views for everyone. Since the radicals who demanded expulsion for immigrants by the fact not born in this land, even those who were glad to know the mixture of races and cultures that were taking place. Among the comments was one that caught my attention since I do not remember hearing it before as an argument to defend it "yours." The commentator was saying that the first thing is to meet the needs of housing, health and education to the same "blood" *.

guess (and hope) that the idea of \u200b\u200b"blood" was referring to this commentary is that first you should take to "own", understood in a sense of family and friends, and then to those just arrive. To which I reaffirm the theory that human beings when confronted with their fears appeals to saying "we are all equal but some more equal than others." But I will not talk about it, because I think it's a natural reaction and unfortunately common. I'd rather talk about what scares me: imagine that what this anonymous commenter was referring was that social rights are acquired only through inheritance of blood. I say, for reviewing some online forums where they discuss these issues, I realize this, the blood, is increasingly common.

think that even fulfill my duties as a citizen (labor, taxes, civic spirit ...) do not give me all the rights that entails, and simply is a toll to get anywhere, I'm afraid.

scares me to think that when I read that some people think that "first blood", refers to the sense of obtaining those rights through a random mix of chromosomes. I dread to think of the children of the children of immigrants who, like me, are the result of an infinite mixture of blood from different origins, cultures and races. In my mingles the blood of my ancestors blacks, Indians, English, Lebanese ... Something tells me that for people who think that way, this mixture of blood to disable me that while I fulfill my duties, be immediate beneficiary of the same rights as a person with "pure blood."
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that is conditioned by the media, but I can not help connect people who think that way with those "characters" who believe they have the pure blood and go down the street with a shaved head, defiant and dark clothes. You may be conditioned, but it may be that my survival instinct is telling me that the aggressive gesture of these "characters" is simply an act of desperation as they seek their neurons. That's why when I see them looking their neurons in the eyes of others, because I'm more afraid that they will find their neurons, like coins, in my own humanity. ---



* I tried searching this comment and it was that inspired this entry, but can not find it.

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Ankle Ache When Driving

neurons on the holidays and immigration

Living away from where you grew up and the environment that has shaped the way we face and watch the world, is an experience over time is much richer that painful. In most cases, the sadness of the first months or years to be away from the "yours" seems to make the experience of living in another culture and see the world from another point of view. Over time you realize that slowly people considered "other" have become part of "yours", also on a personal level, without really knowing why, you begin to feel less strange, and even more adapted to the new culture. That's when the fact of living miles away from your nest, is slowly reversed. From the sadness of the distance, spend the wealth that means seeing your country, to "own" and yourself from a distance. to your identity you've added a new category of immigrant.

For those who emigrated seeking a new life and chasing dreams, there are special events that go beyond what is learned in your childhood. 're kind of rituals by which we return to our roots to reaffirm our identity despite the distance and time.

At this time, at least for the vast majority of Latin Americans I know, we like to relive the Christmas that we lived in our home countries, we want to pray the novena, so be it little or big believer ", singing carols, wait Baby Jesus arrives. A week later, we're hoping the new year listening to the radio at full volume waiting to sing "there are five pa 'twelve-year is going to end, and then amid hugs and omens, to wish a happy new year, while for enter and leave the door neighbors, close friends and distant and even many strangers looking in different voices and drunkenness, happy new year. That's how I remember Christmas in Colombia.

As you can imagine, these habits can be aggressive noisy for those who never lived and who his way to celebrate the new year, for example, the bells around the television transmitting and not around a computer sound, and then continue the party at the table and not on the dance floor. Two such different ways that I find them impossible to compare, it would be like comparing the sun and moon, may have many things in common, but are so different that one can not put them in the same boat.

is for this that I think it was difficult to tell an immigrant who has entire year learning a new language, trying to transform their customs, traditions and beliefs, which at this time, when most needed is to reaffirm their identity, saying that these parties held no annoying as they are cultural patterns of the earth that receives . But be very careful, I'm not saying it for the sake of integration and tolerance should be permitted to all the immigrants to retain its identity. By contrast, I also make the claim as an immigrant to understand this difference. That is, on one hand claim to the "native" to try to prevent the immigrants remove their traditions and rituals without first making an effort to understand, and, on the other hand, I I demand as an immigrant to understand that Joe Arroyo at full volume between 3 and 5 am, to put the simplest example, does not always mean happiness, but insomnia may also represent for the people who are not accustomed.

In this game to learn to live together, I think it may be convenient that I've ever heard in relation to how complicated it can be coexistence: "never forget that you marry the partner defects, then with its qualities, either marry ". Ultimately what I mean is that in this integration process can not pretend that all they see and tolerate, are the qualities the other (labor, free healthcare ...), but we understand that this is a marriage (unexpected, but necessary for both parties) between natives and newcomers and is not a summer adventure. It is a marriage for many years and if we do not want to see us face every now and then before a judge to teach us to live together, must learn to walk with other people's shoes.

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What Will Have Immense Value In The Year 2200

standard You take your newborn. After a long wait comes the bus must drive you home. As he climbs, passengers look at him with that look of solidarity and affection that wake the babies. While they look at you with his eyes seeking the seat-arms is tired and afraid of falling- but can not find at first sight. decides to stand on one side of the aisle to go and bother less and safer. A passenger saw the sleeping child's face and his face somewhat tired, we decided to ask the lady in the chair is designed for these cases, if you can stop to let it sit. The lady in question, in his fifties, is careful with his dress, high heels takes seems to me, more than recommended, which combines perfectly with his pants and glasses. He looks a little tired and you can understand, because your feet leads purchases of designer clothes has done during the day. When a passenger asks if he can give place for you to sit with your baby and to rest, but above all, to be more secure, the lady with the voice necessary for the entire bus can hear you say that "No . I'm tired and do not want to stand. If you give me the child and I'll take it, but I do not stop. " Silence takes over the bus and when asked why does she, in a conscious and almost rehearsed gesture, gives an argument that made the silence was bigger "because as it happens to stop me, perhaps when climbing children give me the job ?"... "Ie you do not" replied the passenger, because children do not do ?"... "Yeah, so what!".

Given this response, silence disappears and all who heard the reasons for the lady, do not do more than recrimination. She, immutable, look out the window . The type of comments and the tone was varied. As you are tired and afraid that the noise wakes her son, does the same as the lady is silent and looks out the window. But it can not help but see the eyes of others. When I look at you, feel the solidarity and lack of understanding of the arguments of the woman. But when they look at her, clearly sees the looks of disapproval of his attitude, even almost with contempt. Looks like a pendulum, they look you and look at it. That if all this exchange of looks, you are still standing, the child is about to wake up and people are comfortably seated in front of you, do not stop to comment including what you just saw, and even let you know you, with their eyes and a slight nod, "is the height to happen."

While all this happens, the bus has run its course. You arrive at your stop without being seated with a child between asleep and awake. is lowered with a heart full of caring glances to his situation and with tired legs from standing. People who were seated, they are heading not stop looking and express solidarity so just live. You feel that solidarity is sincere, who are with you and disapprove the attitude of the lady, however, as often happens, what you needed was not solidarity of looks, you need something much simpler. A chair to be safer.

On reaching the house, thinking that perhaps the sincerity of the woman who refused to stand is much more transparent than the eyes of others. And you get scared. The respected for his sincerity, and you can even admire her for speaking out so openly, but do not want to be like her. Http://lasmiradasperdidas.blogspot.com