I had planned, imagined a total different post for this last week of August, but then something came accros and made me change my mind.
Two years abroad is quite a bit of time. Enough to set your mind into another culture, to put your life into a different perspective, and most of all, enough time to get to know this new culture, at least its basics.
France was not new to me, but the habits, everyday tinny little things that build up life as we know it were unknown. There was lots to observe and to learn on my experience.
I just loved it!
The french approach towards life is something to appretiate, for the ones with a bit of sensibility. Past history of nobles and kings, emperors and rulers, a revolution to mark the history of mankind, gave the French people a fine sense of citizenship and a taste for discussions on politics or economy. It is part of their culture.
It is always taken in a serious base, well argumented. France loves “un debat politique ou économique" once in a while mixed with some local humor – which is unique, and better appreciated after some time around......
All this to state that I was well used to the ‘hexagon’standard of discussing events on the subjects of politics and economy. Everyone has something to say, to add to the discussion. It is then up to you to gather all that has been said and make sense out of it, or even to come up with your own judgement and comment.
Then I landed in Brazil mid Augsut, a come back in the midst of a pandemic flu, when the world tries to push the economy out of a crisis.
The Brazilian way of dealing with current events is different. The disussions are taken on a faster pace compared to the French way. In Brazil the argumentation has to be shorter if you want to be listened. But unvariably the discussion ends up on a joke, on a funny tale, or on a passage that makes you laugh......and think.
Last night I went to a friend´s b-day party, and I was reintroduced to the Brazilian way of wrapping up a discussion, this time on financial crisis. I heard the following (with my free translation into English) story:
I may call it “Braking it even”, or "Simple math"
In a small coastal village in southern Brazil, during the winter, the cold weather and agitated ocean make it look like a ghost town. No one is out, locals wait for the summer season, not only for its warm weather, but also for the tourists, who are the source of everyone's income.
So, on this cold and windy winter day, a tourist walks in a small hotel. He places on the counter a 100 euro bill and asks for a room.
While the tourist sees the room, the manager takes the 100 euro bill and runs to the butcher to pay his debts. On his turn, the butcher takes the money and heads for the farmer who raises cattle and pays him what he owned.
The farmer then goes to the veterinarian to clear off all the past bills.
With the money on his pocket, the vet goes to the local night club and pays what he onwed to a prostitute (during crisis this class also works on credit).
The prostitute takes the money and goes to the hotel, where, some times, she takes her clients. Once there she pays all her bills she had left behing due the times of short cash.
At this very moment, the tourist comes bak to the front counter and asks for his money back as he decided not to stay due the terrible weather. He thanks everyone and leaves town.
No one has made a penny, but now all the people in town live without any debt. And the most important, they start to see the future with stronger confidence.
“There is no crisis when money circulates”
Voilà, maybe someone out there has heard or read this same story, or different versions of it.
But at this pedriod of my life, the environment where this story was told, and the way it was put...the whole scenario set me thinking of how wonderful it is to have cultural differences. Upon listening the story, observing others, doing my own silent intelligence, I felt like a "local outsider" observing my own peers.