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E assim de repente já se passaram 2 semanas desde a nossa chegada ao Qatar.
E assim de repente já se passaram 2 semanas desde a nossa chegada ao Qatar.
Depois dos primeiros dias em que me senti meio desorientada, posso dizer que começo agora a segunda fase da minha adaptação, aquela em que os nomes estranhos de que toda a gente falava já têm uma cara, uma localização, um aspecto e um cheiro.
Tenho visitado todos "os cantos à casa" e posso dizer que no geral, gosto do que vejo.
As obras atrapalham um pouco as vistas para onde quer que se vá, mas já me consigo abstrair delas.
Entretanto vou-me apercebendo, observando e registando algumas curiosidades com a mente aberta, que não se pode ter a pretensão de ir viver para o país de outrem, sem procurar sentir um profundo respeito pela sua cultura!
Dito isto, há porém algo que me tira um pouco do sério: a falta de respeito! Ou melhor, aquilo a que eu estou habituada a identificar como tal, e que aqui terei que passar a identificar como: diferença cultural.
Estar numa fila para levar o meu filho à casa de banho, por exemplo, e entretanto a norma local ser a do first come, first serve. Ou à espera de um lugar para estacionar há 10 mins e aparecer outro condutor de nenhures e enfiar-se lá, sem qualquer remorso no coração, porque tinha feito um agreement gestual com o que saia... Grrrr
And all in a sudden it's already been two weeks since our arrival in Qatar.
After the first few days that I felt completely disoriented, I can say that now begins the second phase of my adaptation process. All the strange names on everyone else's mouths have now a visual location, aspect and smell.
I've visited all "corners of the house" and can say that, overall, I like what I see.
The intensive works bother the views anywhere we go, but I, already, can abstract from them.
Meanwhile I'm observing and taking notes of some of the local facts, with an open mind. You cannot intend to move to someone else's country, without seeking to feel a deep respect for their own culture!
Having said that, is there, however, something that seriously makes my blood boil: the lack of respect! Well, at least what I'm used to identify as such, and here will have to identify as: cultural differences.
Be in line to take my son to the bathroom, for instance, and the local rule be: First come, first serve... Or, patiently, be waiting for a place to park the car, and see another driver, coming from nowhere, taking our place, without any remorse in his heart, because he'd made a sign agreement with the previous user... Grrrr
Dito isto, há porém algo que me tira um pouco do sério: a falta de respeito! Ou melhor, aquilo a que eu estou habituada a identificar como tal, e que aqui terei que passar a identificar como: diferença cultural.
Estar numa fila para levar o meu filho à casa de banho, por exemplo, e entretanto a norma local ser a do first come, first serve. Ou à espera de um lugar para estacionar há 10 mins e aparecer outro condutor de nenhures e enfiar-se lá, sem qualquer remorso no coração, porque tinha feito um agreement gestual com o que saia... Grrrr
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After the first few days that I felt completely disoriented, I can say that now begins the second phase of my adaptation process. All the strange names on everyone else's mouths have now a visual location, aspect and smell.
I've visited all "corners of the house" and can say that, overall, I like what I see.
The intensive works bother the views anywhere we go, but I, already, can abstract from them.
Meanwhile I'm observing and taking notes of some of the local facts, with an open mind. You cannot intend to move to someone else's country, without seeking to feel a deep respect for their own culture!
Having said that, is there, however, something that seriously makes my blood boil: the lack of respect! Well, at least what I'm used to identify as such, and here will have to identify as: cultural differences.
Be in line to take my son to the bathroom, for instance, and the local rule be: First come, first serve... Or, patiently, be waiting for a place to park the car, and see another driver, coming from nowhere, taking our place, without any remorse in his heart, because he'd made a sign agreement with the previous user... Grrrr
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