Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Hipocresía y Colombia

A primera vista, las palabras hipocresía y Colombia no tienen nada en común:
Colombia es un sustantivo propio, el nombre de un país. Hipocresía es un sustantivo común, y significa: "Fingimiento de cualidades o sentimientos contrarios a los que verdaderamente se tienen o experimentan." www.rae.es
Sin embargo, con el paso del tiempo, he llegado a la conlcusión que estas dos palabras, hipocresía y Colombia, significan lo mismo: En la universidad, cuando gente que fue conmigo al colegio me escribía emails, preguntándome por mis notas, ya en Alemania, cuando recibo llamadas o mensajes de ese mismo grupo de personas, interesándose súbitamente por mi vida (una situacion totalmente diferente a la del colegio), y en muchas oportunidades buscando ayuda, y en mis viajes a Colombia, cuando inesperadamente me cruzo con alguno de ellos, y me abrazan y me dan un beso, con una alegría que no tiene porque de ser.
Hoy recibí una llamada de mi papá, con un ejemplo mas de lo similares en significado que son las palabras Colombia e hipocresía, o los adjetivos colombiano e hipocrita:
En la empresa de mi papá y durante una reunión de negocios, una mujer entro a la oficina de mi papá y le pregunto si el es mi papá. Esta mujer, se identifico como Laura R., y le contó a mi papá que se graduó conmigo del colegio. Tambien le pregunto por mi vida, y finalmente me mando saludos.
La situación no pasaría de ahí, y probablemente sería agradable, si no fuera porque la señora L es una de las personas mas mala clase con las que he tenido el infortunio de cruzarme en mi vida. Nunca dudo un momento en burlarse de mi, de decirme cuan fea, gorda, obesa, fracasada y asocial soy, y de paso pertenece al grupo que se burlo (en su cara) de E., mi primer novio, por salir conmigo.
Cuál es la necesidad de saber de mi vida? L. y yo nunca fuimos amigas, ni siquiera la clasificaría como buddy, fuimos compañeras de curso, que no cruzaron mas palabras de las estrictamente necesarias durante el tiempo que fueron forzadas a verse a diaro y convivir.
Porque mandarme saludos, si nunca hubo una amistad ni siquiera una relación cordial que valga la pena rememorar?
El pasado pertenece en el pasado, el futuro aun no existe, y el presente es un regalo, que debe ser aprovechado al máximo. Este regalo debe ser tratado con honestidad. La vida lejos de Colombia (y de la fuente de la hipocresía) me ha enseñado a valorar cada minuto con aquellos que son honestos, aquellos que me aprecian por quien soy, y me respetan tal como soy. Hoy en día soy incapaz de imaginarme una vida en el nido de la hipocresía, o en Colombia, a la larga, una redundancia.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

"Do not put all eggs in one basket"

One of the most meaningful memories I have from my childhood is a story my parents used to tell me and my sister. I no longer remember the story, but I do remember the moral at the end of the story: "Do not put all eggs in one basket". The saying is well known in the investment world, where it recommends to diversify, rather than to invest everything in one single business. This saying can however be applied in more areas than just in economics.
It is remarkable how stories, morals and learnings from our childhood do influence our behaviour as grown ups, and I must conclude people like Esopo have played a role in shaping my behaviour and beliefs to what they are now.
Given the fact that I have lived in 5 different cities, I have good friends spread in over 3 countries. I also have colleagues, and buddies, and needless to say, friends are the smallest- and most precious- group of the three groups.
All of those whom I consider friends are persons I trust and support blindly, and for whom I would do anything when they need me: Friends are the chosen family, and in my eyes and opinion, they deserve as much respect, love, and dedication as the assigned (by blood) family. (In some cases friends might deserve more than family, but that is a completely different topic).
It might read strange, or funny, or simply weird, but, regardless of my blind trust in my friends, there is not one who can tell my entire story, who can put the entire picture, together by him or herself. Non-consciously, I am applying the moral from my parents' story in my daily life.
Throught my life I have made friends in different places, countries and even continents, and it is this geographic spread of my friends, and the fact that I have met them at different stages of my life, what provides me my safest tool to protect my "eggs". Two of my friends here in Germany/Europe, if together and with the purpose in mind of getting the picture together, could normally put together up to 80% of it, but in order to get the remaining 20% they would need to contact one of my friends living in Colombia or in the US. Certain parts of my story are only known to my oldest friends, and I take care of not mentioning it to anybody else.
I don't seem to dare putting all my "eggs" in one single basket, not even with the people I would do anything for, and this fact makes me wonder if this "lack" of courage is one of the factors that encourages me to run away from getting into a relationship, and to be distant, and sometimes mean, to the people I meet on the way, who could make good friends or even more based on their personality. It is not a secret that a relationship needs to be based in trust in order to succeed, requires to put all "eggs" into one basket, and to work to keep them all in the basket and safe.
Munich-Cologne-LH1994, February 25th, 2011

Friday, April 1, 2011

La Seguridad de lo conocido

No es un secreto para nadie que adentrarse en terrenos desconocidos, sean lugares, grupos de personas ó actividades, genera desconfianza y, en muchas oportunidades, también miedo. Tampoco es un secreto que, en momentos de agitación, inconformidad, nerviosismo ó tristeza, corremos a refugiarnos en lo conocido, sean amigos, familiares, ó algún lugar en el que nos sentimos en casa.
Para quienes me conocen no es ninguna novedad el hecho que tengo muy poca paciencia, y que cada que me "trago" mis palabras, almaceno internamente lo que me molestó, como si de un vaso de agua se tratara. Con el paso del tiempo y las experiencias que he tenido en mi vida, el vaso ha aumentado de tamaño, y ha obtenido un desagüe, un desagüe pequeño, pero que al fin y al cabo permite al vaso almacenar más de lo que su tamaño le permite.
Una de las situaciones que, con mayor frecuencia, me lleva a buscar refugio en lo conocido, son las ocasiones en que el vaso se rebosa, y yo reacciono con la misma agresividad con la que reccionaba en mi infancia y adolescencia. En estos momentos me avergüenzo de mi misma, y me descepciono: Tantos años (más de 15) trabajando en evitar explotar, y aún a mis 26 años no lo logro manejar. Vaya fracaso de persona. La desilusión que siento en esos momentos me lleva a tomar decisiones impulsivas, y a huír en dirección al pasado: Boston, Dreieich ó Bogotá, y en su defecto a ciudades en las que he pasado largas temporadas, como St Anton ó Husum. Dándole un vistazo a mi vida observo que siempre, ó al menos desde que tengo uso de razón, he actuado así: De niña huía a la biblioteca, y me rodeaba de quienes en mi infancia fueron mis amigos, consejeros y confidentes: los libros.
Viviendo en Shelton 5, pedí cambio de residencia a Warren al darme cuenta que M. se estaba volviendo imporatnte para mí, y sentirme aterrorizada de lo que pudiera ser (For the record: Me devolví a Shelton 5 una noche después! Y dudo que M., quienes me ayudaron a trastear, y X. mi roommate, olviden el incidente, o me permitan olvidarlo =)).
Al iniciar mi vida en Alemania, pasé todos los fines de semana en Dreieich, ya que Sulzbach me era desconocido, situación que se repitió al irme a vivir a Köln. Al cambiar de assignment y empezar a trabajar como ingeniera técnica, sentí que no sabía nada (era verdad), y el temor a fracasar me llevó a viajar a Bogotá por una semana, planeándolo tan sólo dos semanas antes de la fecha del viaje.
Como éstos hay infinidad de ejemplos en mi vida, y casi se diría, que nuevos ejemplos se suceden a diario: Salidas a fumar cuando no quiero fumar, sino huír de mi escritorio, paseos en carro para no llegar a casa, estancias en la oficina hasta altas horas de la noche para evitar llamadas, etc.
Hace una semana escasa. en Boston, M. me dijo "The known is easier than going somewehere new". La conversación que estábamos teniendo no era relacionada con situaciones de la vida diaria, pero sus palabras aplican acá también. Mirando mi día a día, dudo sobre si debo darle o no la razón: no creo que sea lo más fácil, volver al pasado(a no ser que haya sentimientos de por medio) nunca es fácil. Sin embargo, volver al pasado es lo más seguro. Lo conocido ofrece la seguridad que el presente y la incertidumbre del future no pueden o no quieren ofrecer.

Zillertal Arena, March 30th, 2011

Learning, Effort, and in Social Recognition

Ever since I can remember I have been a curious overachiever. Whether it is to learn new languages, finish lists of recommended places to visit or books to read, or start new studies, I'm always interested and ready to get into it, regardless of time, money or effort it will require.
Although curiosity has been one of the driving forces to get me into new stuff, I must recognize that not only curiosity has led me to start learning new things, and that the second driving force is caring for friends, who have interests different than mine, or liking someone and wanting to have something we can share.
Among the topics I have gone into learning out of pure curiosity are languages and alphabets, how to drive a motorcycle, and now- hopefully- psychology as a major. All of this requires motivation so that the required investments in time and money feel like they are worth it, and for most of the time I find the motivation: I got my motorcycle license last year, and know some basic-defense- words in probably ten languages. Psychology I haven't started yet, and I hope to keep my motivation for it.
Among those I have learnt to have common interests or hobbies with others are Portuguese, golf, and to some extent, partying and drinking. My first "crush" was a guy who came from Brazil, and I took Portuguese lessons to learn the language. I never fully learnt it, however, I got to a level where I could understand and answer. Later, when I was 17, I was dating a guy whose biggest hobby was to play golf. In order to spend more time together I often joined him to the golf course, and finally I learnt to play golf. Partying and drinking was a requirement at BU to fit into the Shelton 5 group, and it was then when I started it, and actually enjoyed all parties I went to.
All this learning has required effort, and, by looking back at the last 14 years of my life, I must recognize that those topics I have gone into in order to better fit in a group of people- or in order to get closer to one person in specific- have helped me not only increase my knowledge, but also grow as a person: We live in a society, surrounded by people, and there is no greater recognintion ofthen than social recognition. Social recognition can come from a group, but can also come from one single person. the possibility of getting some sort of social recognition my levels of motivation and helps m,oving on, even when things get difficult.
For those topics I've gone into out of curiosity the recognition can only come from myself. Depending on the time of the year, and on an undefined number of external factorstaht have an effect on my behaviour and life, giving up and not achieveng the goal is an easy way to go. These topics increase my knowledge, but are also contributors to my hermite behaviour, which is not a sign for growing as a person.
Curiosity and caring for people have been the drivers that have kept me a permanent learner. With some luck this desire to learn and grow will not go away, and my motivation in the future will not depend on who recognizes my achievements, but on what I've achieved.

Mayrhofen, March 27th, 2011

This fits too...

Boston...
I have been here now for three days, and it feels like I have been here my entire life. In the past couple of months I started to really feel home in Germany, and in Köln, and to enjoy every minute in my appartment and in the city. And now, while sitting in Kenmore and watching the snow fall, I feel, again, at home.
Germany is a country where I fit. I know the language and, most of the time, know how to react and interpret the German culture. I have created a life in Köln, a life in which I have friends, in which I know where to go depending on what I want or need. I have created a life in which I know how to get to my friends' and coplleagues' places without depending on my navi, and in which I am also comfortable spending time on my own, goin for walks, etc. It took me almost two years to finally get to this stage, to get a routine, and mostly to stop feeling like a moron when I'm alone in the city. Now I can say Köln (and also Germany) fits: It's a place where I can see myself living in five or ten years, and enjoying it.

Boston has been and still is my favourite place on earth. It is the city I am trully in love with. I love being here, walking along the Charles river watching the boats and the Duck Tours, I love going to boston Common and just walking around (like we did yesterday with V. and L.). I also love seeing all the Red sox fans cheering for their team, regardless of the result (I still check online the results of the games), and in some ways I even love knowing I can't depend on Public Transportation (Check Green Line B and Bus 57).
In the three days I have been in Boston I have been walking around, meeting with friends I had not seen in years, laughing and being myself. I feel I am at home, and have felt like this since the plane landed. While I was at BU I sometimes felt out of place, but those moments were few, and always at times during I was overwhelmed.

In both Köln and Boston I am at home, I have friends who mean the world to me, and who I know care for me. In both cities I can live, be myself and feel comfortable with myself and my life. In both cities I know where to go, how to go from point A to point B, and I can speak the language.
This fits too. Boston fits too, and I can see myself living here in five or ten years, and loving it. Does it have to be either or? If I'm given a chance, I'll return to Beantown, but then it will not be an easy decision, because Boston fits, and Köln fits too.
Boston, March 21st, 2011