They still alive forever and ever

They still alive forever and ever

I was writing an anthropology essay and while I was trying to develop an argument in the field of ethnicity, I wondered to myself a rhetorical question; even if all people of an ethnic group die, can an ethnic group disappear? then a categorical answer raised on my mind, no, never ever can disappear, let me explain why. All that we are have been building up by our ancestors, each ethnicity of the world have been the best that have fitted to our planet in a particular time and place, no other could have fit better, so it is like a human chain, but to understand better what I want to say we should leave apart for a while our mundane life that use to be less than 100 years and look our world in a conceptual way, then from my point of view, we can see how all that we have build up still alive although there is not a representative people to explain it, even if we don't know of its existence, it still in there, alive, in fact, we only know a few grains of the sand of all universe.

Well, returning to our ordinary and selfish way of think, it still difficult to understand what I'm saying when we can only understand life and death in biological terms. Also, my explaining skills should improve a bit more. However, it has been said and that's it.

Antoni Font 19/05/2021, Aberdeen.

 

A parallel world (true story)

A parallel world (true story)

Once upon a time, in August 2000, I went to Brazil as a volunteer for a Catholic NGO called "Enllaç". We went to a small town in the middle of nowhere called São Miguel do Guaporé. Mainly, we were around the church helping with whatever; I remember painting walls and doing events with the youth of the town. However, for a week, each member of the NGO went to live with different families from the "Lineas".

The "Lineas" are large lands that the government gave to families in exchange for their taking care of it. I don't know more about the details of this deal, but it sounded good. I went to live with a beautiful family, they were a married couple with a young son and daughter. During the week, I mostly spent time with the son; he showed me his horse and we went fishing in a little stream too. But the most I remember is when in the afternoons we used to meet in a courtyard with people from other lines. Although we speak different languages, we understood each other, our will to understand each other was above our different language. They explained to me what their life was like there and I what mine was like in my country, we learned a lot from each other.

On my last day, there was an event that brought together all the families of the different "lineas" in the area. As we walked to the event, different families that I already knew from the previous days joined us on the way to go to the event. It was then that something got stuck in my brain, it was a feeling, in fact, I felt deeply as if I was in a dream, or more likely in a parallel world that was absolutely different from my world and where there was no one from my world, I was alone with these new friends. Today, a piece of my heart is still there.

For a period, I corresponded with my friend on the line. Every time I received a letter from them, I had the same feeling, the feeling that I was having contact with a parallel world. I love them.

  Antoni Font 04/02/2021, Aberdeen.