When I was at Germany I eat oranges always to remember home and always refuse to eat the apples. Everything in Germany is about apples. Pie, juice, apple of apple. Today I found an apple on my fridge, and I just loved eat it again. In other hand, I do not like oranges here anymore...
I was reflecting about how issues have an impact on who I am. Being at UWC, seing passionate people embracing their own perspective how to change the world. One's embracing the minoritys, LGBT's, racial, other the enviromental issues, etc. All to make the earth a better place. As a christian, I believe that world will pass away, but It doesen't mean I shouldn't seek for changes or improvement. I will not just wash my hand and expect the worst come.
At my UWC we discuss a lot about sustainability and everything which concern about it. Of course we envolve global, political and other themes which are so important for develop a sustainable world as well. And I do think we need to idealize a world strongly follower of ''political righteneouss'', because maybe the voice is spread easily than just in case we have a ''shy scream'' of the winds of change.
That time in Brazil everrthing seems come up again. When I was in Europe one of the things was always coming to my mind was the way how the world perceive the brazilian people. There's a lot of steriotipes about us. Sportive, party, beachs. happy, carnaval, football, Samba, butt! And I don't know how, but all the time the female sterotipe we have was screaming at my mind and I get tired of it. Tired to see how the media just use us as an object while the man are the consumer of it. How it is rooted in our society. I wouldn't say Europe it doesen't existe. It does. But al least there I could dress how I feel like dressing without expect disgusting coments. At least there I could walk at the strees without being harassed for a policeman and a truck drive between the first 10 minutes when I leave my house as happened with me last Saturday. There I saw my host mom and dad, both cooperating to wash the dishes and clean the house and cook. I am tired of our machist culture.
And there's the aim of what I am writing here. Not to talk about sexism but about what alive our inner feelings. What make us angry. What are the white elephants we have inside which annoy us.
I was comparing that with the purpose of our school: sustainability. Does sustainability make us evoque our most angry feelings about something?
I am sorry if I am just an ignorant person and probably I am. But talk about statistics and numbers, talk about how how we should take care about vegetables and even about save the ''pandas'' -because they are cute- or raising campaings like ''love the animals, don't eat them'', etc aren't so exciting. Usually we are just thinking about sustainability as: economize energy, don't waist food and-or water. And we are aware it will afect the health and people can -yes-lost their lifes because the abuses we have made with our enviromental. But even knowing all of it, seems like it is just one more information. Talk about sustainability is organic and not relative as one discussion about gender or racism or religion, which arouse feelings of empath or non-empath from people.
Even Selina -from Marshall Islands- great friend of mine, she always talk about the impact of climate change on her land. People be attemptive to that ''green issues'' since: ''-Kill people? Let's talk about it!''
Without a real love for nature is difficult to be really excited about sustainability, that's the true.
Come back to Brazil makes me care againg about that topic people in Germany should know more. Haha. The ''oranges'' are the ''female objetification issues'' I started to appreciate more when I was there. The ''apples'' are the sustainability topic, the one englobes the context of our school and the one
I started to be more concern now!
That crazy sensation UWC ideology is like an echo that follow we always.
The question remains open:
''What is the way to think about sustainability as we think about apatheid, for example?''
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