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Bitacore (english)
The focus of things changes according to time, and the perceptual result
enjoys the variations of the new (and often heavy) realities. So, I am willing
to share my life discourse in this analytical pseudo-blog, focused and
influenced by this Dominican journey.
(There are quite a few cultural singularities that, due to the passing of time
and situations, go unnoticed. But points such as cultural nature, forced
separation of minorities, frantic sex / narco-tourism by foreigners, as well
as kindness and service of the exponents of the Dominican culture and
society, the various characters and social leaders and their influence, the
strength of baseball in the community, the value of the family for the
perception of the ordinary citizen, among others, are necessary aspects for
understanding superficial of Dominican like community)
Cultural Brands
From the first day, just on the plane that was heading from Panama to Sto.
Domingo, the Dominican glow was already in the air. Sure, in the most
saturated way possible. Three guys, some seats back, arguing at a fairly
high volume about who had the most luck in a Baseball game. They
laughed angry. They enjoyed with exaggerated joy, and spoke in their own
language (the Spanish most distorted by the accentuation I've ever heard).
In the Business class, Sergio Vargas traveled, a prominent Dominican singer
of Merengue and Tropical-Caribbean music. Because yes, absolutely all
Dominicans enjoy Merengue and Bachata as if it were oxygen. People
asked for photos and autographs, with those, their phonemes, so
characteristic of themselves: "RR" that sound like "GHJRR", and "S"
soundproof.
Already flying over "La Hispaniola" (1), you could observe the most hidden
pains in the eyes of the common tourist: ranches, kilometers and
kilometers of roofs where poverty is probably the least of the problems to
which this population, divided by obsessive and linguistic boundaries,
faces. Undoubtedly, these neighborhoods, in the shadow of big buildings
like bright mirrors and luxurious houses with expensive cars, mark with
bloodlines the silence of the high social (in)difference.
In this way, I end by reaffirming a conclusion that once had space in mi
traveler consciousness: Latin America suffers from the same, although
there are variables and differences it is all, in essence, the same Sancocho
with a different name.
<1> 'La Hispaniola' is the island that make up the Dominican Republic and
Haiti.
Education
The following days were all days of presentation. The first three days the
presentation was in Babeque High School, a place that, to be an institute
or college, was beautiful inside and out. This place surprisingly had a
theater for 140 people with curtain and good lights. I had never seen a
school with theater.
As we entered, there were some tables with some pretty flashy ruffles on
top. They were informative flyers about the curriculum of different
colleges, both American and Dominican. It was sad and exciting to know
that there, people could graduate not only as bachelor in general
knowledge, but also in music, science, literature and even teaching.
And indeed, enjoy the college and Aptitude / attitude vocational plans
were 100% present in those, the last years of school. So much so, that the
daughter of the organizers of the festival told me about an issue that
fascinated me: the focus of their tasks, being her last year, was almost
never based on memorization of complex and unnecessary concepts, but
in the investigation of the project of life, passion, and life of the university
student. Many interviews, investigations, project development, essays, and
mainly, the comprehension of the degree works, an introduction, and an
idea of the many rules that these entail (of course, everything with a
pedagogical and inductive approach).
Educacional institutions follow a model that works. Engace your students
and direct theme forwards their own Projection. But this system, like every
Garden, has its micelium. Schools are paid, and people who do not have
the money to pay for a study, have to Sattle for a average and inefective
education. A control system that, again, is not unusual to se in much of the
Word (demostrable with the Word HDI list)
Talking about money, it is worth noting that this country has a very high
cost of living, and it is a country exaggeratedly influenced by the United
States.
The same day 4, already in the night, we went to the Palace of Bellas Artes
to "celebrate" (in the most rotten bureaucratic way that this country
offers) the day of the theater. There was a ceremony, where I undoubtedly
could not help but think of the Spanish classes and the Proxémica
Alejándrica when I saw how the exponents trembled, cut their speeches
with "eh... eh...", said concepts to memory, and used slides full of empty
words. Some parases about the theater were also recitad, which I
considerad worth mention:
"your life is forwards the instantaneous encounter with your peers"
"I Will not nove, becase in my hands I have the secret of Speed: the
theater"
"Having you here is true comunication. For me, theater and music are the
greatest expresion of the soul"
"The theater survives the crysis of the world, and the injustices of the
human being, the theater saves us"
There was a play. I did not like it very much, I Will not emphatise it. But, at
the end, the Dominican singer Sonia Silvestre started playing, who made
me understand with her musicalized version of Borges's poem
"Versainograma a Santo Domingo" the magnitude of the atrocities that
once occurred here:
"Excuse me if I tell you some crazy things
On this sweet February afternoon.
And if my heart goes singing,
This is holy Sunday, mate.
Spanish conquerors,
They came from Spain with the opposite,
They were looking for gold and they were looking for it so much,
As if it served as food.
Flying Christ with his cross,
The clubs were arguments,
So powerful that living Indians
They became dead Christians.
Even spend centuries of this bitter history,
For bitter and for old I tell it to you,
Because things never become clear,
With forgetting or with silence. "
The days passed between presentations, delicious food, sweet fruits and
exotic flavor, exchanges of words with colleagues and knowledge, heat,
and the smell of the sea.
In spite of everything that this country (and in general all countries) brings
out in the darkness of the night, in the light of the songs, as Sonia says, my
heart goes singing, because that's Santo Domingo, partner. The people are
warm. Friendly. They have a sense of family. They are neutral. They are
strong, and they resist as much as they can the great fight against the
dominating giants.