Working on Assignment #3 - Alternative history
I have a few Ideas that I will be working on in this project.
1.Quote from L`Isola di Arturo (Arturo's Island) by Elsa Morante
"...this is your house and you'll always come back to it, I`m sure, because one always comes home, and because it's an enchanted garden to you as well, this little island of mine. You'll always come back, yes, but you`ll never stop here very long. I mustn't delude myself of that, my dear young master of the house. People like you, who have mixed blood in their veins, never find contentment; when they're in one place thet want to be somewhere else, and as soon as they get somewhereelse, they want to run away from there too. You'll wander from place to place, as if escaping from prison, or running in search of someone, but infact you'll only be following the devided destinies mingled in your blood, your hybrid love-like a griffin or a mermaid. You'll find friends everywhere, but very often you'll be alone. A man of mixed blood is seldom happy with others. Something overshadows him, but in fact it's he who overshadows himself, like the robber and his treasure overshadowing each other." [p. 56-57]
2. When I was little, one night I overheard a conversation between my parents that I was not really suppose to hear. My mumm is American, all her family lives here in Seattle. My dad is Italian. What I understood from the discussion is that years before I was born, there was an unsaid agreement between my parents. The idea was that the family was going to spend some time in Italy and then move to the United States, once my brother and I were in highschool or so. That was never going to happen in my dad's mind, and once my mumm understood that, she felt somewhat betrayed. The discussion, became an argument, one of those that a young doughter should not really overhear.
3. The first time I ever understood I was from a different nationality and therefore I was different, was in fifth grade. Durring recess a group of grils grouped against me and one girl spit on me, just because I was American. The interesting thing is that for years I did not remeber this story until my mumm told me about it. In the moment she told me, I remeber it happening, but at the same time I had no visuals about it and talking about it made me really unconfortable. I started having a wierd laugh in my face, and my eyes tearing up.
I am not trying at all to talk about Racism or Discrimination. So I need to be carefull on what I use to make sure I do not fall into that. All I want to work on is the concept of never feeling at home. Where ever I went I was always consider a foreigner even in my hometown.
I did find my home and I found it in dance, but I do not want to get to that point in my narration, I reather stop leaving the bitter sweet sensation, of someone accepting a condition, not in a sad way, but just having found for the first time the perfect words to express ones life condition.
1.Quote from L`Isola di Arturo (Arturo's Island) by Elsa Morante
"...this is your house and you'll always come back to it, I`m sure, because one always comes home, and because it's an enchanted garden to you as well, this little island of mine. You'll always come back, yes, but you`ll never stop here very long. I mustn't delude myself of that, my dear young master of the house. People like you, who have mixed blood in their veins, never find contentment; when they're in one place thet want to be somewhere else, and as soon as they get somewhereelse, they want to run away from there too. You'll wander from place to place, as if escaping from prison, or running in search of someone, but infact you'll only be following the devided destinies mingled in your blood, your hybrid love-like a griffin or a mermaid. You'll find friends everywhere, but very often you'll be alone. A man of mixed blood is seldom happy with others. Something overshadows him, but in fact it's he who overshadows himself, like the robber and his treasure overshadowing each other." [p. 56-57]
2. When I was little, one night I overheard a conversation between my parents that I was not really suppose to hear. My mumm is American, all her family lives here in Seattle. My dad is Italian. What I understood from the discussion is that years before I was born, there was an unsaid agreement between my parents. The idea was that the family was going to spend some time in Italy and then move to the United States, once my brother and I were in highschool or so. That was never going to happen in my dad's mind, and once my mumm understood that, she felt somewhat betrayed. The discussion, became an argument, one of those that a young doughter should not really overhear.
3. The first time I ever understood I was from a different nationality and therefore I was different, was in fifth grade. Durring recess a group of grils grouped against me and one girl spit on me, just because I was American. The interesting thing is that for years I did not remeber this story until my mumm told me about it. In the moment she told me, I remeber it happening, but at the same time I had no visuals about it and talking about it made me really unconfortable. I started having a wierd laugh in my face, and my eyes tearing up.
I am not trying at all to talk about Racism or Discrimination. So I need to be carefull on what I use to make sure I do not fall into that. All I want to work on is the concept of never feeling at home. Where ever I went I was always consider a foreigner even in my hometown.
I did find my home and I found it in dance, but I do not want to get to that point in my narration, I reather stop leaving the bitter sweet sensation, of someone accepting a condition, not in a sad way, but just having found for the first time the perfect words to express ones life condition.
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