Eliana VelezHeart of Africa
Cultural Identity (what defines us?)
| 25.Mar.10
Yesterday was the first day in two weeks I saw the actual color of my feet; they are now clean. My blistered hands are healing, and my sun burnt skin is no longer peeling. I guess I would say that physically I feel fine. With these aftermath conditions I could have just spent two weeks anywhere, but I didn’t. I spent two weeks in the heart of Africa, Malawi, and on the forgotten dirt roads of Zambia. To explain it best: I feel emotionally raped.
In retrospect …
We (students at Franklin College) are in general people of westernized countries, and are accustomed to the luxuries of life. And by luxuries I simply mean the daily shower, the freshly pressed bed, and the choice of 3 meals a day. Prior to arriving in Malawi, we had decided that one of our goals would be to connect and to attempt to be equal with the local people. This goal was inspired by our month-long course on imperialism, development and globalization. But oh, how quick we forgot about all of our goa... more
In retrospect …
We (students at Franklin College) are in general people of westernized countries, and are accustomed to the luxuries of life. And by luxuries I simply mean the daily shower, the freshly pressed bed, and the choice of 3 meals a day. Prior to arriving in Malawi, we had decided that one of our goals would be to connect and to attempt to be equal with the local people. This goal was inspired by our month-long course on imperialism, development and globalization. But oh, how quick we forgot about all of our goa... more
