[brazil, week 4] tiny notes and dumps of thoughts
Sometimes, I feel ashamed of being born in Norway
At times, I feel ashamed of being born in Norway. It's filthy just how privileged Norwegians are in close to any sense. Reading the news back home about how people are complaining about... how the color of a carton of easter candy has changed, or wining about being stuck in luxury hotels in Dubai while civilians and children are being massacred is... I struggle to find the words. Luxury cabins not being in use, or even just watching politicans fight over the bansk monetary policy rate (decided separately from politicians) not going down because of a fucking war that one of our 'allies' and "guarantist for our security" (yeah right) created...
By the way, Norges Banks [the Norwegian Banks] Investment Management is the biggest European in Palantir.
I wish I could talk about day to day life
I wish I could talk with people living here in Brazil about their lives. I wish I could listen to them talk about their housings, their jobs, their outlooks on life or beliefs for the future. I wish I could learn more about how it is for average, and perhaps even moreso poor people to live here. I want to hear about how conflicts (local and international) affect them and what they deem important. I want to hear their stories, but I'm limited by my own understanding of the language.
It feels so good whenever I meet someone who's fluent in English. It serves as a tiny little break from the constant wall that is language. I notice that whenever I get curious about a new place, a new thing, or a new event there is some hesitation in my body that normally isn't there, simply because I don't know how to communicate if I am there. I am getting better, somewhere between A1 and A2, but damn is this hard.