Depois de escrever o post anterior (que foi escrito na biblioteca, claro está, tal não é a concentração nos artigos interessantíssimos que tenho para ler) voltei a ver o senhor alto da biblioteca. Ele voltou a olhar para mim e iniciou aquele jeito na cara que me faz pensar em sorriso. Mas foi porque escrevi o post, que resolvi sorrir-lhe de volta, fosse esgar ou trejeito de expressão, who cares. Toda a sua cara se iluminou, e, realmente, aquele esgar rasgou-se num sorriso feliz de cumprimento que eu, oh céus, vi apenas de fugida, porque desviei logo o olhar. O que é que querem, fui apanhada de surpresa, e de repente achei estranho toda aquela luminosidade na cara do senhor, fiquei com receio que ele fosse pensar coisas estranhas, como o Sr. José costumava pensar também. As patetices que passam numa cabeça tímida, que está incrivelmente aborrecida (já li todas as mensagens escritas na parede em frente). Pronto, para a próxima, já lhe retribuirei um sorriso cumprimento, daqueles seguros e sem embaraços. Isto, porque escrevi este post. Escrever posts é terapêutico.
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Que bom ter retribuido o sorriso. Espero que resolvas as coisas que estão te incomodando aí.
By the way, ler posts legais também é terapeutico. Estava já um cadinho triste pelo tempo sem textos por aqui. Sem querer cobrar nada, longe de mim. É que já fiquei acostumada a sempre visitar-te e ver alguma coisa. Sinta-se elogiada, não cobrada.
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Terapêutica do post / Terapêutica do sorriso. 2 em 1. Funciona.
ntozei, tenho muito trabalho e pouca motivacao, o que é sempre um problema ;-) Final de doutoramento é assim, próximo do limite, mas estou a fazer o possivel para manter a sanidade mental e fisica.
Só por isso é que tenho andado mais desaparecida, desculpa, vou tentar ir pondo aqui qualquer coisita he he :)
Benjamina, he he pois é, o sorriso também é muito terapêutico, 2 em 1 sem dúvida ;)
Ecila, faça posts só se tiver tempo mesmo. Não há problema, eu ficarei aqui na torcida pelos próximos, sempre.
Curiosidade bateu aqui, faz doutorado em que? Boa sorte para acabar tudo, mantendo todas as saúdes em ordem. =)
This is one of those posts, that Ecila writes so wonderfully that it totally overstrains google translator. In other words, I did not understand it entirely ...
But what I did understand reminded me of the movie "Bread and Roses" by Ken Loach. After watching it, I decided to greet and smile at every cleaning lady, construction worker (there were two nice guys renovating the hallway last week) and cafeteria ladies that hand out the plates with food.
I know this is different from Ecila's post and idea, but I still find it amazing how many of them (indeed most of them) become invisible. They manage to do their work around us, without us acknowledging them. They don't exist to us and they don't expect us to see them. We become invisible to them as they are to us.
Jellyfish, that's what the phenomenon of social invisibility talks about!
--> I don't know if the right term is phenomenon. Sociology and psychology are full of terns and get I a little lost with them.
ntozei, muito obrigada :-)
jellyfish, you are right, people in certain professions are invisible to many people (as ntozei mentioned). I know people who treat waiters with a total lack of respect, they don't see them as people, as people that could be their friends. During my university studies I was lucky enough that my parents allowed me to work beside (a bit against their will but I managed ;)), and that gave me valuable lessons on people and their professions. I worked in a lot of things many friends of mine would never ever do, hard work really. If your child learns in its own skin how it is to have certain invisible professions than the sense of superiority (which is what makes others invisible) will be less than if the child is taught that it is better than others (therefore never allowed to do certain jobs).
That is one of the things I like in Germany, here I know many young people who work during holidays in jobs that they will never do in their life again, not because they need, but because their parents feel it's part of their education as human beings. In Portugal people are poorer but also more snobbish (go figure), and this idea of letting the child learn hard/invisible work is very rare (I don't know anybody like this there). That is also one of the things I love in bees, all bees go through all the jobs in the beehive, we have a lot to learn from them :)
Very interesting. I didn't know that german people use to do that.
That talk reminds me of a book I read this year. It's "Checkout: A Life on the Tills". The original is in french and it's a result of a blog (also in french). The autor worked as a checkout girl to pay for her studies. She has a funny way to tell the stories of her work. All the tribulations she had had.
It's an easy reading book, and not so expensive.
ntozei, not all german people, of course, but many. There is even a programme in high schools that help students find small jobs at the industry, clinics, factories, etc. The same happens in Austria. When I was there I met these two teenage girls who were cleaning offices during their vacations. And believe me, they were not poor at all. It's part of the education.
Thanks for the tip, I will definitely check the book! :-)
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