fredag 17. juni 2011

Å være utlending

Da jeg leste denne artikkelen begynte jeg plutselig å tenke på hvor spennende det er å reise til fremmede steder og hvor mye jeg savner det.
no doubt many people do feel most at ease with a home and a homeland. But what about the others, who find home oppressive and foreignness liberating? Theirs is a choice that gets both easier and more difficult to exercise with every passing year. Easier, because the globalisation of industry and education tramples national borders. More difficult, because there are ever fewer places left in this globalised world where you can go and feel utterly foreign when you get there
Det er en opplevelse som kanskje ikke passer for alle, men for tenkende mennesker er får ting som er like spennende.

Riktignok kan jeg nok bli skuffet av mitt neste opphold (hvis man skal tro artikkelen)
The most generally satisfying experience of foreignness—complete bafflement, but with no sense of rejection—probably comes still from time spent in Japan. To the foreigner Japan appears as a Disneyland-like nation in which everyone has a well-defined role to play, including the foreigner, whose job it is to be foreign. Everything works to facilitate this role-playing, including a towering language barrier. The Japanese believe their language to be so difficult that it counts as something of an impertinence for a foreigner to speak it. Religion and morality appear to be reassuringly far from the Christian, Islamic or Judaic norms. Worries that Japan might Westernise, culturally as well as economically, have been allayed by the growing influence of China. It is going to get more Asian, not less.