After some time I'm going to make a post that doesn't deal with music or (virtual) trips, or artists, this time the main character is me, just me.
I want to talk on this occasion about my experience of leaving the country and trying to move forward in different conditions and culture, obviously it is my history and does not have to resemble that of others.
It wasn't a bad experience at all, fortunately I managed to adapt little by little to this new reality. The first thing I faced was climate change, Bogota is also known as the fridge, and it is not for nothing this noun, since its average temperature is 13.5 degrees. And considering that I come from Venezuela, a tropical and Caribbean country, from areas with temperatures all above 30 degrees.
Well, they'll understand. However, to the climate one is going to adapt little by little, even to the fact that because of height issues the oxygen levels are lower in this city, the body is wise and with the passage of months compensates by increasing hemoglobin.
In conversations with different people, they tell me:
Your grant is Venezuelan, isn't it? Yes, of course. It's because of the accent.
The first thing that crossed my mind: his mercy ? well, go ahead...
You just don't think in your country about that detail of the "accent" in the language, but yes, you become aware even of the different accents that exist in your country, since I can find people here from the different corners of Venezuela.
As time goes by, you assume new words, idioms typical of the country, in order to facilitate your communication process. No longer do you say in a shop sell me this, but give me this; neither do you ask in a bakery to sell me a guayoyo or a milk, but give me a red wine or a parakeet. Nor is it a stop for vans, but a bus stop... And so everything changes. You have to adapt.
You go to a pharmacy (here called a drugstore) and ask for some Isopos, they see you strange and ask you What's that neighbor? (Neighbor here they tell everybody), and I answer: neighbor is what is used to clean the ears, a plastic stick with cotton on the tips. Aaah ok, you want "cotton cups"... uumh ok, yes, that cups...
All these changes are generating in you in the beginning a process of comparison between what is new and what you left, which is usually very strange the first days, weeks, with the passage of months ends up becoming your daily reality, and it becomes the usual.
I think about how it will have been the change for those who have emigrated to countries where even the language is different, even more drastic. But it's still time to adapt and get the best out of the place you're moving to. Learning new codes
To make you understand.
Know what if they tell you: "What a pity neighbor," is that you are being asked permission to pass or are apologizing for something, or that here only answer if to a question is considered rude, here they say if sir / a ....
There are many rules that you must intelligently learn and assume.
I am not complaining at all, I have simply assumed it as a way to grow as a human being in society, learning from other cultures is something necessary, which undoubtedly makes us change.
And I drink (with my other self) to it...
Note: Images are of my authorship, captured with my Huawei Y5 phone. Emojis used are from Bitmoji Application.
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