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Happily ever after, or how the fairy tales screw our lives – another story about expectations.
Almost everything you may need or want to do belong to one of the following categories:
- Practical Issues
- Enjoying life
- Small projects
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Portugal is a country of strong contrasts. It’s, today, a country with a vastly over urbanized sea coast, and with a mostly inhabited interior.
But, and that’s what I find more interesting, it’s a country with villages very closed (every house is built next to another house), and villages where every house have it’s own space.
Even for those who know Portugal, this may be one aspect that get’s unnoticed for a long time. And for those few who notice this, most don’t really know/understand why there are this difference between villages anatomy. It’s even more interesting when you notice that two villages close by – across a small river one from the other, for instance – can have this curious difference in construction.
One friend post today, in Portuguese, in Facebook a note that he called “IMIGRA ou MIGRA?”, asking if once once we get out of Portugal we forget about what it mean to be Portuguese. I’ll not link his note, because his profile is protected and the link would take most people nowhere. But I think the subject is important. So, here are my thoughts…
First of all, I don’t understand the need of being proud of belonging above being themselves. Most people aren’t proud of themselves, but they are still loudly proud of being part of some specific group – that group is for most people living outside of their country their nationality, as it is sometimes the sports club, the sexual orientation support group, … It’s usually something that make them different from everyone else, but similar to a sufficient number of people that make them recognizable, acknowledgable.