Life starts to have a texture after some time in a new place.
The rhythms of morning sounds,
walking to work,
looking forward to buying fruit from the same man,
knowing where to get your hair cut,
a good espresso,
your friends' hangouts,
where to hear live music,
the places people gather,
the most peaceful places for when you need to reflect.
Slowly, slowly....bistarri, bistarri. It all comes together.
1 comment:
These photos are so vivid that I can hear the noises and smell the spices. Just lovely. Your appreciation of culture is so different than mine. Since I see religions as being derived from need, my interest is from a more scientific perspective than emotional. Doing ceremonies in Uruguay interested me in the warm connection between people while I kept an eye on anthropological, historical, and geographical reasons for deeply held customs.
I'm afraid I would not be as tolerant as you bc I am a committed relativist rather than a cultural relativist. My absolutes, such as slavery, rape, FGM, and child abuse can get in the way of intercultural assimilation.
Your approach to other is so genuine and loving. It is easy to know you are cherished there.
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