I always get that look when I say I am from Brazil, accompanied by "but you are so...white". I should be used to it by now. Here in Spain people probably think that I should look like Ronaldinho or Sonia Braga. And that I should be able to pull off wearing a really small bikini. Sorry, can't. Funny thing is that when I was doing my masters in England most people thought the same, although there was a big difference - there I wasn't considered "white" because... I was from Brazil! I had a priori "race". I never understood that - one thing is where I am from, another is the colour of my skin (not that any of that really matters to me, but it seems to matter to others). If here I am not Brazilian enough, in England I was "latina", "latin american", or "hispanic". How do those oppose to "white" or "Caucasian"? Why put culture, place of birth, ethnicity, etc. in the same bag? What is even funnier is that I was actually born in England, but grew up in Brazil. My mother is Israeli, her parents were Polish. My father was born in Brazil, but his parents are Italian. I guess *that* is what makes a Brazilian - the mix. Why does it matter how I look like if I am *telling* you that I am Brazilian?
I am feeling very Brazilian today, so I decided to make two playlists of Brazilian music, one in Spotify, one in Deezer (I found more songs in Spotify, but their service is not available in most countries). No bossa-nova, no carnival music. I started with some samba-rock, traditional samba, a touch of forró and bit of your typical MPB, but always with some groove.
It doesn't really matter, I just miss her, I miss Starbuck, I miss her nervous laugh and kick ass attitude. I miss the whole crew at Battlestar Galactica. They became sort of my family twice in the last year. During my 6-week field work in Québec in October/November 2008 I watched the first three seasons of BSG at once. They were my only friends in a pretty, but already too cold city where I didn't know anyone. Back in Barcelona I watched the first half of the fourth season eagerly awaiting for the finale to start in April 2009. Besides the amazing stories about-all-the-grand-themes-of-our-lives being told, I fell completely in love with the soundtrack. Created by Richard Gibbs (the pilot mini-series only) and Bear McCreary, the ethnically-influenced music fits perfectly with the space-opera that BSG is. Anyway, about three months ago finally Dani decided to watch it and I joined in. And again, it became part of my daily routine to philosophize about... why should I kill all the roaches that suddenly invaded our home with boric acid - in a slow genocidal fashion - if I thought humans should peacefully coexist with cylons?(we killed them btw) And now I feel a void, my family is gone again. Well, I'll wait for Caprica and till then, listen to and sing along "...there's too much confusion, I can't get no relief...."
It doesn't really matter, I just miss her, I miss Starbuck, I miss her nervous laugh and kick ass attitude. I miss the whole crew at Battlestar Galactica. They became sort of my family twice in the last year. During my 6-week field work in Québec in October/November 2008 I watched the first three seasons of BSG at once. They were my only friends in a pretty, but already too cold city where I didn't know anyone. Back in Barcelona I watched the first half of the fourth season eagerly awaiting for the finale to start in April 2009. Besides the amazing stories about-all-the-grand-themes-of-our-lives being told, I fell completely in love with the soundtrack. Created by Richard Gibbs (the pilot mini-series only) and Bear McCreary, the ethnically-influenced music fits perfectly with the space-opera that BSG is. Anyway, about three months ago finally Dani decided to watch it and I joined in. And again, it became part of my daily routine to philosophize about... why should I kill all the roaches that suddenly invaded our home with boric acid - in a slow genocidal fashion - if I thought humans should peacefully coexist with cylons?(we killed them btw) And now I feel a void, my family is gone again. Well, I'll wait for Caprica and till then, listen to and sing along "...there's too much confusion, I can't get no relief...."
