Francezii au un cuvant pe care il folosesc in general cand pleaca sau vorbesc despre un concediu intr-un peisaj sau loc absolut nou, cu care nu sunt obisnuiti: depaysant. Cand am auzit pentru prima data cuvantul mi s-a parut straniu, ciudat…aproape hazliu. Cuvantul exista si in limba romana ca frantuzism: a se depeiza. In franceza are sensul de “ a schimba cadrul” sau “ a fi dezorientat”, in romana “A lua, a smulge de la locul de baștină, a dezrădăcina. (Fig.) A (se) dezorienta; a (se) înstrăina, a (se) însingura.”
Mi s-a parut extrem de interesant cat de des utilizeaza francezii termenul asta de depeizat, chiar daca in limba franceza are un inteles mai degraba pozitiv. De altfel mai au inca unul, mai putin pozitiv: deraciner care in afara de intelesul normal de a scoate o planta din pamant cu tot cu radacina mai insemna si “retirer une personne de son milieu d'origine” (a scoate o persoana din mediul de origine). In romana a dezradacina mai inseamna si a starpi…adica a face sa dispara. Francezii pe care i-am cunoscut pe alte meleaguri decat cele natale se considerau dezradacinati.
A trai in alte tari decat cele de origine ar putea fi o aventura intr-o lume noua, o lectie de viata, o experienta, o necesitate, o expeditie, un loc pe care il numim temporar sau definitiv acasa sau un loc in din care ne intoarcem acasa. Oare de cand noi oamenii ne simtim depeizati si dezradacinati atunci cand plecam dintr-un loc intr-altul?
Istoria ne spune ca migratia umana (a triburilor) a existat de la inceputul lumii. Migratia populatiei umane a inceput cu Homo Erectus care a plecat din Africa spre Euroasia, acum aprioximativ 1 milion de ani. Homo sapines se pare ca ocupa teritorii din Africa acum 150 000 de ani dupa care a migrat in urma cu 70 de mii de ani raspandindu-se in Australia, Asia si Europa. Cu totii am invatat la scoala despre triburile nomade sau migratoare: comunitati intregi de oameni care se mutau permanent dintr-o locatie in alta. Aceste populatii nomade mai exista si in zilele noastre dar suntem facuti sa credem ca ele exista doar pentru ca aceste populatii au o cultura nomada si ca acest comportament nu mai exista in tarile industrializate. Si atunci, de unde depeizarea, dezradacinarea si mai ales termenul de care ne temem cel mai mult emigrant? Cate generatii au fost legate de pamant pentru necesitati agricole..pentru a ne considera depeizati si dezradacinati atunci cand plecam?
Consider ca o parte destul de insemnata a generatiei mele este nomada, doar ca am schimbat un pic terminologia. Cati dintre voi traiti in acelasi loc in care v-ati nascut? Cati dintre parintii vostri mai traiesc inca in locurile in care s-au nascut?
Este un nou fel de a migra, o noua categorie de “triburi nomade”. Cautam ca si strabunii nostri teritorii mai bune pentru vanat sau pentru a ne mana turmele…
Si atunci? De ce sa ne simtim depeizati sau dezradacinati?
Eu prefer sa spun ca am radacini suspendate…
Monday, 15 August 2011
Friday, 12 August 2011
Leaving, staying or receiving
Leaving, staying or receiving...
No mater from which point of this dramatic triangle you are looking at, the issue of emigration creates frustration and small or bigger personal dramas. Being an imigrant or an emigrant means being in an uncertain situation and the word has mostly negative connotations.
There are thousands of reasons why people leave. I exclude of course the thieves, beggars, human traffiking and all their collateral victims because those people are part of some closed and obscure system with an organisation and laws of its own, in which the freedom of decision almost
doesn't exist. I mean those who take the decision to leave without being constrained by an illegal system.
People leave in search for happiness, money, to be able to provide for their families, for their children, parents or beloved, for freedom, education, career, for confort, because they are not accepted in their own country or just do not feel that they belong there, to discover a new culture, to feel fulfilled, to become involved in humanitarian missions and much more.
None of these reasons is unworthy and we have no right to judge. But through the narrow eyes of envy, these people are often accused of materialism, lack of solidarity and lack of patriotism. The selfish lack of patriotism ... this hypocritical and redundant accusation in a world where everyone is on his own, in which countries are separated by frontiers defined by some people with power, and not on cultural criteria, in a world where people from your own country do not hesitate to stab you in the back if their interests dictate so.
There are thousands of reasons why people stay, especially in a so called "poor" country. People stay because they feel good there,for happiness, family, money, career, because they feel comfortable, accepted, because they appreciate their culture, language and tradition, because they prefere to discover new plases but to come back home after each trip, to those with whom they have so much in common, because they believe they can change something into good, because it is there where they can evolve and much more... None of these reasons is unworthy and we have no right to judge. But through the narrow eyes of ignorance, these people are often accused of lack of solidarity or ambition or, simply treated with an ungratefull superiority.
Therefore, every day, I have a feeling of rejection toward those who left and complain of the hard life abroad but would not do anything to return, to those who find only negative things in the country where they decided to live but forget that they are talking to people who may have struggled to get there, to those who are well paid but always unhappy abroad, to those who complain that they want to leave their country but do not forget to specify that they prefer to sacrifice for family and all hipocrisy which makes our decisions heavier and divide people by some absurd criteria.
And so I have all the respect for those who do what their heart says and take the wright decision: leave, remain or return, because it is a tough decision, because it's a decision that changes many lives.
And let's not forget that almost nothing in this world belongs to us for real. No matter how free we were told we are, those boundaries on the map are not just a geometric representation. Whenever we cross the geographical line we become foreigners, tourists or not, but foreigners. Yes, the Earth is already divided, there's no more place that is not already given and this is what creates the immigrant condition and frustrations of living in a country where people like to immigrate.
But how is life in another country ... is another story, without end. I will begin it another time.
Until then, I will suggest a quote from Victor Hugo that I found a few days ago and touched me in a very personal way:
(Let's no longer be English, French or German. Let's be Europeans. Not to be Europeans, to be men. Let humanity. Remains for us to abdicate the ultimate selfishness: the homeland.)
Dar despre ce inseamna viata in alta tara... e o poveste fara sfarsit, pe care o voi incepe alta data.
Pana atunci, va propun un citat din Victor Hugo pe care l-am gasit acum cateva zile si care mi-a mers la suflet:
Ne soyons plus anglais ni français ni allemands. Soyons européens. Ne soyons plus européens, soyons hommes. Soyons l'humanité. Il nous reste à abdiquer un dernier égoïsme : la patrie.
(Let's not be English, French or German anymore. Let's be European. No, not European, let's be men. Let's be humanity. All we have to do is get rid of one last piece egocentricity - patriotism.)
No mater from which point of this dramatic triangle you are looking at, the issue of emigration creates frustration and small or bigger personal dramas. Being an imigrant or an emigrant means being in an uncertain situation and the word has mostly negative connotations.
There are thousands of reasons why people leave. I exclude of course the thieves, beggars, human traffiking and all their collateral victims because those people are part of some closed and obscure system with an organisation and laws of its own, in which the freedom of decision almost
doesn't exist. I mean those who take the decision to leave without being constrained by an illegal system.
People leave in search for happiness, money, to be able to provide for their families, for their children, parents or beloved, for freedom, education, career, for confort, because they are not accepted in their own country or just do not feel that they belong there, to discover a new culture, to feel fulfilled, to become involved in humanitarian missions and much more.
None of these reasons is unworthy and we have no right to judge. But through the narrow eyes of envy, these people are often accused of materialism, lack of solidarity and lack of patriotism. The selfish lack of patriotism ... this hypocritical and redundant accusation in a world where everyone is on his own, in which countries are separated by frontiers defined by some people with power, and not on cultural criteria, in a world where people from your own country do not hesitate to stab you in the back if their interests dictate so.
There are thousands of reasons why people stay, especially in a so called "poor" country. People stay because they feel good there,for happiness, family, money, career, because they feel comfortable, accepted, because they appreciate their culture, language and tradition, because they prefere to discover new plases but to come back home after each trip, to those with whom they have so much in common, because they believe they can change something into good, because it is there where they can evolve and much more... None of these reasons is unworthy and we have no right to judge. But through the narrow eyes of ignorance, these people are often accused of lack of solidarity or ambition or, simply treated with an ungratefull superiority.
Therefore, every day, I have a feeling of rejection toward those who left and complain of the hard life abroad but would not do anything to return, to those who find only negative things in the country where they decided to live but forget that they are talking to people who may have struggled to get there, to those who are well paid but always unhappy abroad, to those who complain that they want to leave their country but do not forget to specify that they prefer to sacrifice for family and all hipocrisy which makes our decisions heavier and divide people by some absurd criteria.
And so I have all the respect for those who do what their heart says and take the wright decision: leave, remain or return, because it is a tough decision, because it's a decision that changes many lives.
And let's not forget that almost nothing in this world belongs to us for real. No matter how free we were told we are, those boundaries on the map are not just a geometric representation. Whenever we cross the geographical line we become foreigners, tourists or not, but foreigners. Yes, the Earth is already divided, there's no more place that is not already given and this is what creates the immigrant condition and frustrations of living in a country where people like to immigrate.
But how is life in another country ... is another story, without end. I will begin it another time.
Until then, I will suggest a quote from Victor Hugo that I found a few days ago and touched me in a very personal way:
(Let's no longer be English, French or German. Let's be Europeans. Not to be Europeans, to be men. Let humanity. Remains for us to abdicate the ultimate selfishness: the homeland.)
Dar despre ce inseamna viata in alta tara... e o poveste fara sfarsit, pe care o voi incepe alta data.
Pana atunci, va propun un citat din Victor Hugo pe care l-am gasit acum cateva zile si care mi-a mers la suflet:
Ne soyons plus anglais ni français ni allemands. Soyons européens. Ne soyons plus européens, soyons hommes. Soyons l'humanité. Il nous reste à abdiquer un dernier égoïsme : la patrie.
(Let's not be English, French or German anymore. Let's be European. No, not European, let's be men. Let's be humanity. All we have to do is get rid of one last piece egocentricity - patriotism.)
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