31 Diciembre 2011
We are at the National Museum of the American Indian.
It's circular design feeds you from exhibit to exhibit showing you more than teaching you
the history of the Native American peoples.
My mother is understandably excited to show me the Peruvian exhibit in the museum. I have spent the day wondering around with my brother and sharing knowledge and ideas with him. I like talking about the Peruvian people.
I put on the headset with a woman speaking about environemental conservation in peru and end up wripping them off my head quicker than they went on. With the sound of the quechua language in my ears here in the US my body gets confused and all the feeling of frustration from my work come flooding up from somewhere. While on the comfortable and therapeutic soil of my country, I am not ready to be mentally in peru again. I want to be here, now.
The funny part is, parts of me still wants to be there. Away from the shopping malls and obsession with cleanliness (what is this business with antibacterial wipes next to shopping cart stations? excessive.)
Psychologically speaking the brain loves patterns. It loves the familiar. What it can predict.
Here I am longing for the familiar, not knowing what the familiar is.
The modernity of the US? Or the ancientness of Madrigal, Peru?
While longing for the familiar, I also long for the new.
While longing for the comfortable, I also long for the challenging.
yeah... i pretty much want a little bit of everything in my life, it's true. I want to be everywhere.
21 Enero 2012
I have been back in peru for a few weeks now. It does feel like home. That is, when I am in my little hut surrounded my american sauces and foreign spices.
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