Iranian pop pants or bell as a measure

Written by Brigitte Vasallo. Posted in Asia Central, Language, Places, Migration

RangarangIt announces the arrival in Spain of a disc that collects the Pop iran the years 70 and 80 (twentieth century). I see the cover of this record and I guess the comments: Wow! How could they be as evolved as a few years back and now?

The thought arises from two errors. The first is to think that the flares represent some kind of positive developments, which I doubt. What a world of people dressed in jeans is necessarily better. Put like, it's funny, but the tremendous debate about thehijab arises precisely from this idea. But there is another error that leads us to believe, from the Eurocentric thinking, that history is a straight line from the cave and comes to our here and now. A speech is mathematically: came the 60, then 70, then the 80, the 90… historical and cultural level is: Yeye wine culture, luego el flower-power, then the pads, Kate Moss y luego. And we understand that Kate Moss is a step forward for humanity over the shoulder pads, and everyone will go through the same stages to reach the same sites.

It's a trap: History is not a line, and much less straight. History are countless stories drawn with curved lines, crossing, clash, join, feed and challenge. The future is not always better than the past; more: even we agree on what it means better, and what it means worse.

This cover is shown: Iran already pop. Was, ceased to be and perhaps will again. But, in any case, not that I have come: is that he's gone.

 

Immigration War: Language

Written by Brigitte Vasallo. Posted in Language, Migration

el cobrador catalàI would climb a set of self-references to material published a post on my Facebook. But you will see that it is worth.

I've been interviewing the principal of an elementary school. A man, otherwise, sensible, reflective worship acceptably.

The interview went well, until it has left the issue of immigration. Immigration! One of the major concerns of parents and school mothers looking for their children in school know if there are many “immigrants“, as I have discovered these days.

(To understand my surprise I must say that I live in the sea at prices unpueblecito prohibitive where the only blacks and the like are long-established families, grouped, standard, Integrated! Concern “Immigration” this is pure phantasmagoria).

I still.