Porto’s Alma 10
So reminiscing about Portugal really got me into talking about Fado Futebol and Fatima. Wow, the three F’s that sum up Portugal. What is it about stereotypes always coming to mind when we talk about different cultures? Somehow they are true but then again they are offensive, so how to deal with this phenomenon? There is this running joke about German punctuality. Being on time in Portugal means being at least 20 minutes late. I hate that. Mostly, I get so excited or nervous before an appointment that I get there way in advance. So once, I ended up waiting more than an hour. Then again, I realize since What’s App has become such a huge hype in Germany, people change their plans last minute. This just sucks if you don’t have mobile internet. But it seems when making an appointment with someone you should always check your phone before the meeting because something could have changed. The hour, the meeting point, even the day. Always remember the times when we used to hang out together arranging the date weeks in advance. Back in the days no one would have jilted their friends. It seems unthinkable nowadays. Alas, I probably sound pretty old school now. What I like about new technologies changing our social interactions is that you actually have to know the person in order to ascertain which kind of social media he or she prefers. So one of my friends is only available on What’s App, another prefers Facebook and yet another text. If you want to meet me, I love the phone call. Guess that is old school again. Going on about this is yet another stereotype about young generations, isn’t it? It’s wrong for us ‘oldies’ to do them down. But I think older generations really are addicted to these new forms of communications as well. Together with my brother and sister, I taught my parents to use What’s App and now our family group really holds us together across distances. That is just nice and really funny as well because we make each other laugh posting amusing messages. So now that the kids have become the teachers of their parents, I think the balance which had been missing throughout the generations has been re-established. That’s just nice. This is also what I like about Hazul’s painting here. So many different shapes and patterns that merge create one final piece. This is a societal utopia in my mind. A multicultural mix of nationalities and generations so different and yet fitting neatly together like one beautiful piece.