Mar. 8
What do I think of all of this? It's hard to know what to think? What do I expect out of what's coming? It's hard to know what to expect. What's my reaction to this whole experience? Well...this island is living and breathing...and bleeding. Why are there corrupt police that stop people every 30 minutes or so to check papers? Why can't this country seem to get on the "right" track? What is the "right" track?
It's puzzling, and it sparks many questions about humanity in general--questions that religion and philosophy and psychology classes that I've taken have all raised. But now these questions are real, for they're no longer something that I'm reading about in a book. They're life here. I'm not going to attempt to answer these questions, but always I'm thinking about them. People would ask me, "Why exactly are you studying culture in Madagascar?" My response included some sort of shoulder shrug and an answer involving, "Because it seems cool." But now I realize the point: Truly, to study others is to study ourselves for we are all people with a common humanity. Chew on that, as I'm beginning to, and I'll go chew on some rice.
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