Which continent, exactly?

This blog's title isn't in reference to actual continents (I've now been to four), but is rather drawn from "The Third and Final Continent," a stunning short story by Jhumpa Lahiri, from her collection, The Interpreter of Maladies. In particular, I'm inspired by the following quote that summarizes the attitude I try to carry with me through life and on my travels

I am not the only person to seek his fortune far from home, and certainly I am not the first. Still there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination.

I love this. It calls on us to consider the tiny details of our experiences, both one-by-one, and in the aggregate, and to maintain a sense of wonder even about the seemingly mundane things that are the building blocks of our lives, and often, the glue that binds us to our traveling companions.

This blog began as a chronicle of my study abroad experience in Cairo in Spring 2008, and continued last year while volunteering in Geneva, and South Sudan with a wonderful organization, VIDES.

Now in graduate school, I'm returning to the Continent this summer while interning in New Delhi, India.

Please enjoy, inquire, and learn.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Nothing More Romantic Than Hate Crimes in Russia

Happy Valentine's Day, dear readers.

I spent the whole afternoon at CERD, the Committee to Eliminate Racial Discrimination, as the Russian Federation presented a report and then was grilled, thoroughly, but diplomatically about their treatment of minorities and migrants, including major issues like treatment of Roma (Gypsies), Neo-Nazi groups and other violent extremists who target ethnic minorities, and land and economic rights for  the indigenous peoples who tend to populate fossil-fuel rich areas.

It was kind of a sobering contrast with what today is "supposed to be," whatever that means. Never been a fan of Valentine's day.  It's different for everyone, but for me it seems an attempt to candycoat everything and fit relationships, romantic and otherwise, into a prepackaged heart-shaped box, when what's really important are the unique ties between peoples, those that acknowledge  pockmarks and imperfections, and then seek to fill in one another's flaws with the most generous love we can muster.  The candy version seems so insubstantial, especially as I was vividly reminded of man's inhumanity to man.  Sad about being single on Valentine's Day?  Imagine being a Chechen or Roma in Russia. . .

These meetings do get a little long and repetitive, as every speaker "warmly welcomes the delegation," and then throws down their two cents of well-phrased criticism.   My mind started wandering to things like, "If you don't love me back, it'll be a crime against humanity. Be Mine."

I'm a terrible person.   Don't let me bring anyone down.  Have a beautiful day.

Love from Geneva,
Laura


2 comments:

Kathleen Basi said...

Ha! :) Love your twist on a very sad topic, there at the end.

Laura said...

Thanks for appreciating my somewhat dark sense of humor. And thanks for reading. Let me know if you have any more questions!