My ideal job v/s the worst job I can think of

The best job I can think of it has to be related to traveling around the world. The most fun about it, it is to get know the places you go, taste different foods, see the nature and cities, get to know the people and their lifestyle.  Learn about other cultures, fashion and food is the most interest for me. The job that includes this type of thing, it can be for many purposes, for example, I can work for a chocolate factory and they send me to Europe and Africa to taste many chocolates as possible to bring new chocolate sensations to the brand. The same can be for pasta or wine, traveling always to the Mediterranean, my own country (Chile), France and south of California for different wines, and pasta obviously all Italy and maybe China? Rice noodles? I’m not sure. On other side, not about eating, I could do kind of the same thing but more related to design, travel to know the people, street style, be a coolhunting. That implies to walk everywhere taking pictures, visit a lot of places of every country, and get to know “what is going on” on every place.

By other hand, thinking about what could be the worst job ever, I don’t know what name to use, but it will be something that uses computers all day, in an office, using Excel or something similar, being hours in a closed place with no natural light attached to a desk. Probably this fits in the description of careers related to informatics, engineering, science in general. Those things can be really boring, but the important here is the work place, how is the building, and how much your job is stuck into routine, and also, if you are just a subordinated or not.

Women rights

A Saudi woman was asked by her little son Aboody if they were bad people. She, shocked, ask to him why he says that, and he response that other boys from school said that he and his mom should be in jail. All started when this woman, Manal Al-Sharif, took borrowed her brother’s car keys and drove a few miles in 2011. She was detained, in one of the two countries of the world where women aren’t allowed to drive. Even when it’s just a cultural imposition and not an actual law, she went to jail for that act. This was news all around the world, with a lot of support from mostly occidental countries, but, in Saudi Arabia, she was harassed by her own society, social media and the government. Her brother had to leave the country with his wife and his 2-years-old son, and her father had to hear how the imam (Islamic leader) did the Friday sermon about how women who drives are prostitutes. Rumors came from the streets, media and schools.

She started a fight for women’s rights, challenging the society and custom. She posted a video driving on Youtube, and the threats about killing and rape appeared.  After nine days on jail, she was supported by many women, that on June 17, how she ask to do on the campaign she started, went out to drive that day, they broke the ban and no one was arrested. After this and more acts, now women can drive in Saudi Arabia.

I think that this is an example for everyone. We all don’t have the same problems as societies, but we need the same strength that she has to change the way we live, especially nowadays, where women and men aren’t eaqually even on the occidental society.

Art at home

At my home, the pieces of art are divided between the paints made for me or my aunt, and the bought ones on trips that my family had. In my dining room there is the only one that my brother gifted to me when he was like seventeen (eleven years ago). It’s a bow, with decorative purpose, that he brought from Paraguay in a school trip. He was invited with a few more classmates, to work in an indian village building culverts or something like that.

This bow is made from wood, decorated with several colored threads crossing each other’s making a patter along the arch, with leather at both ends of the bow, with a braided rope connecting this two ends. It comes with two arrows, points of wood, the body of bamboo and decorative gray feathers at the end. This arrows are attached to the arch with a medium thick thread.

This present has been all this time at my parent’s house, and sometimes I wonder how it will looks on my future home, a few years more from now. I image myself leaving home sometime, with a suitcase, some boxes, books and stuffs, a bow and arrows.

 

The Silence of Dawson Island

The Dawson Island has been a place with a lot of history the last century. Located in the Magallanes region, Patagonia of Chile, this land has seen blood and repression since the discovery of our continent, specifically the colonization of this country.

The most known thing about this place, worldwide, is the Selk’nam people and how they disappear. Like the others natives of our large land, the people who came, from Spain mostly, killed them or tried to convert their religion to a Christian one. Now, the result is the loss of their language and the people, leaving Tierra del Fuego desolate of the original culture and life that used to be.

By other side, this already abandoned place, was used for political prisoners and torture. The night of September 11^th of 1973, was the beginning of a huge political, cultural and economic changes for the country and people. Eight hundred people was moved in a couple years to Dawson Island as political prisoners, and since then, the island has been closed for visiting, with no more than nature after the military left that place.

Today, this island represent an important geographic place for our history, without reach to the common people, from Chile and visitors. Now, the people of the region is trying to recover that place, looking for the rescue of the memory, memory of the native people who owned the south of Chile, and the memory of all the people who suffered there as political prisoner. This memory is slowly dying, affecting in how we live today, how we live our culture, our geography and history, affecting our future as a Country, that’s why it can’t be forgotten, to not repeat the same story.