Wednesday, March 25, 2009
♥ After Life - the book
I've read some moving books before, i rarely cry though.
Maybe it's because i always knew they were fiction. not real stories. they didn't actually happen.
This book is different. Being somewhat forced to read it for my anthropology course... I'm currently on the 170th page out of the 178...
Today i was reading it in a lecture that i wasn't suppose to be in... i was taken back by the 'truth' i guess you could say. I closed my eyes and i start to pray. One day... i hope to make a difference in the lives of people like Beto.
We live our life, oblivious to how others... in another country live... to how they live.
I guess sometimes I'm so absorbed by my life. and what surrounds me. that i don't look further than that. I don't realize what goes on - that my eyes cannot see.
Belows an extract from the book ( a part of it that is "PG" friendly - as most of the book is not =/ )... it doesn't capture the whole book, but it affected me... in a way that i cannot describe.
Wednesday, 17 August
Construction workers and the police were beating some people who live in the Rua da Aurora. Two policemen were hitting a pregnant woman.
I went up to the policeman and told him that the woman was pregnant, but even so he didn't stop hitting her. I told him I was going to report him on the radio, but still he continued to hit her. He got angry at me and when he finally stopped, it was to strike me. He hit me twice in the face and told me to disappear from that place. I was afraid and I went away. The passersby were revolted by what they were seeing, but they couldn't do anything.
When the men were finished with what they were doing, they went away, but they threatened to come back at night, to settle scores with me and with the other girls who stay around there. That night the girl lost the baby she was expecting.
Maybe it's because i always knew they were fiction. not real stories. they didn't actually happen.
This book is different. Being somewhat forced to read it for my anthropology course... I'm currently on the 170th page out of the 178...
Today i was reading it in a lecture that i wasn't suppose to be in... i was taken back by the 'truth' i guess you could say. I closed my eyes and i start to pray. One day... i hope to make a difference in the lives of people like Beto.
We live our life, oblivious to how others... in another country live... to how they live.
I guess sometimes I'm so absorbed by my life. and what surrounds me. that i don't look further than that. I don't realize what goes on - that my eyes cannot see.
Belows an extract from the book ( a part of it that is "PG" friendly - as most of the book is not =/ )... it doesn't capture the whole book, but it affected me... in a way that i cannot describe.
Wednesday, 17 August
Construction workers and the police were beating some people who live in the Rua da Aurora. Two policemen were hitting a pregnant woman.
I went up to the policeman and told him that the woman was pregnant, but even so he didn't stop hitting her. I told him I was going to report him on the radio, but still he continued to hit her. He got angry at me and when he finally stopped, it was to strike me. He hit me twice in the face and told me to disappear from that place. I was afraid and I went away. The passersby were revolted by what they were seeing, but they couldn't do anything.
When the men were finished with what they were doing, they went away, but they threatened to come back at night, to settle scores with me and with the other girls who stay around there. That night the girl lost the baby she was expecting.
Labels: anthropology, book
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