Of Collapses and Xenophobias.
Well, this is not exactly news and has never been, but you get the idea.
Come to think... Racism and xenophobia are necessary means to protect the country from the evil immigrants (/sarcasm). This is why some hate crimes would be more subtle and institutionalized. A mix of amusement, shaking heads and angerare the ingredients... The measurements some people come with, however, are scary, amusing and intriguing at once.
Sometimes I think Spanish writer Miguel de Unamuno got a few things right... For example, the blurs between fiction and reality are not necessarily so clear. This is definitely an example that Science Fiction exists not necessarily as fiction.
In other news...
This is a Complete information of the colapsing of one of the bridges that connect Caracas with the international airport. May I add some comments...
If I have some time, I will make some of my personal observations later. Actually, even though she does not believe it for a second, I love the entry madgirlslove did about it. And no, I don't feel pessimstic about the issue (nor do I feel optimistic, mind you!) I guess I am realizing that I just came to a point that my notions of my home being in that country are not there anymore. With the bridge colapsing, the Venezuela that used to be my home, which was about to break, has collapsed as well. Or maybe it did collapse before, but it is now when it became more evident. But I don't feel a piercing pain anymore. I guess after five years out of the country that used to be my home, with no chance whatsoever to go back (which is too much of a long story right now).
It is not to say that I am burning bridges with my family, my friends, my culture or my language. Or that I will stop calling myself Venezuelan. That is part of who I am and will always be. Is like having a parent who died, or gone completely mad to the point of going to an institution (or any other drastic change). That will never take away the fact that I am the daughter of that person. And probably also will never change the fact that I am the sister of the other children that person has had. For me it would not make sense to burn bridges with those siblings. I am still planing on visiting Venezuela as soon as I change my status in the US. Which would be like visiting a few siblings, or the grave of the parent who died... Or the house that my parent left to one of my siblings. I am not too sure whether I am making sense, but this is the best description I can come up with.
Again, this is just me. For other Venezuelans living in foreign countries (in LJ and offline), this might have a different significance. I might write more about this later.
As for the bridge, I was in Jose's house at Greene Street on friday, and we were talking about this very thing, that the bridge was about to colapse, no matter how much the government was trying to deny it. But they also made matters a lot worse by moving the pilars. I guess the fortunate thing was that at least the bridges were closed. I seriously doubt that people and cars would survive. But everyone saw it coming.
I called my moter about this. She is in Venezuela and just came from a spiritual retreat with my abuela, and she was in disbelief. "I mean, I knew, but I did not know this would happen so soon...
Some people called me "a displaced Venezuelan" in different occassions, yesterday (and today as well, and tomorrow as well...) they could not be more right!
Come to think... Racism and xenophobia are necessary means to protect the country from the evil immigrants (/sarcasm). This is why some hate crimes would be more subtle and institutionalized. A mix of amusement, shaking heads and angerare the ingredients... The measurements some people come with, however, are scary, amusing and intriguing at once.
Sometimes I think Spanish writer Miguel de Unamuno got a few things right... For example, the blurs between fiction and reality are not necessarily so clear. This is definitely an example that Science Fiction exists not necessarily as fiction.
In other news...
This is a Complete information of the colapsing of one of the bridges that connect Caracas with the international airport. May I add some comments...
If I have some time, I will make some of my personal observations later. Actually, even though she does not believe it for a second, I love the entry madgirlslove did about it. And no, I don't feel pessimstic about the issue (nor do I feel optimistic, mind you!) I guess I am realizing that I just came to a point that my notions of my home being in that country are not there anymore. With the bridge colapsing, the Venezuela that used to be my home, which was about to break, has collapsed as well. Or maybe it did collapse before, but it is now when it became more evident. But I don't feel a piercing pain anymore. I guess after five years out of the country that used to be my home, with no chance whatsoever to go back (which is too much of a long story right now).
It is not to say that I am burning bridges with my family, my friends, my culture or my language. Or that I will stop calling myself Venezuelan. That is part of who I am and will always be. Is like having a parent who died, or gone completely mad to the point of going to an institution (or any other drastic change). That will never take away the fact that I am the daughter of that person. And probably also will never change the fact that I am the sister of the other children that person has had. For me it would not make sense to burn bridges with those siblings. I am still planing on visiting Venezuela as soon as I change my status in the US. Which would be like visiting a few siblings, or the grave of the parent who died... Or the house that my parent left to one of my siblings. I am not too sure whether I am making sense, but this is the best description I can come up with.
Again, this is just me. For other Venezuelans living in foreign countries (in LJ and offline), this might have a different significance. I might write more about this later.
As for the bridge, I was in Jose's house at Greene Street on friday, and we were talking about this very thing, that the bridge was about to colapse, no matter how much the government was trying to deny it. But they also made matters a lot worse by moving the pilars. I guess the fortunate thing was that at least the bridges were closed. I seriously doubt that people and cars would survive. But everyone saw it coming.
I called my moter about this. She is in Venezuela and just came from a spiritual retreat with my abuela, and she was in disbelief. "I mean, I knew, but I did not know this would happen so soon...
Some people called me "a displaced Venezuelan" in different occassions, yesterday (and today as well, and tomorrow as well...) they could not be more right!