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| Finis Hominis | Dec 12 2015, 07:14 AM Post #1 |
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...I thought "English" was a generical name that meant any language you didn't know jack. Portuguese, Spanish and German were not "English" to me; but Japanese, Arab and Tupi-Guarani would be "English" to me. When I was a tiny child my father taught me about Fernão de Magalhaes (Ferdinand Magellan) and his circumnavigation travel around the world. - Father, did Fernao de Magalhaes travel around the world??? Cool!!! He might had known a lot of English, hadn't he? - English? I don't think he knew any English, son. - But how could he travel around the world without knowing a lot of English? Then my father didn't know what to reply and changed the issue of the conversation to something else. Also, when I was a child, I though the "Speakenglish" were a nation of people who were neighbours to the English. I found Scotland was part of UK when I was 7 y.o. and I couldn't find Scotland on the map. I told my mother, "mother I can't find Scotland on the map!!!" And my mother replied me with anger: "of course you can't, you dumbarse, it's part of the United Kingdom". And I used to think of New Zealand as a country so far away, but, so far away, that it was like, after New Zealand, there was nothing but another planet or something alike. Like, when you leave Dover, and the land ends, and there's nothing else ahead, except the Eurotunnel to France, which is another world to you. |
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| Finis Hominis | Dec 12 2015, 07:24 AM Post #2 |
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Russia, to me, was a country full of the most vile people in the world. And I thought Americans hated Latin-Americans, because, in the Cowboy movies, all the bad guys were Mexicans. One day, when I was a child, I watched an Italian-made cowboy movie that showed a rodeo arena in which American gunners shoot Mexicans dead and the crowd of watchers applauded the gunners for every Mexican they killed. I have no idea what movie was that. I wish I could have a chance to find that movie and watch that again. Another funny fact about myself watching cowboy movies was that I couldn't tell the difference between Indians, Mexicans and Americans except for the hats they wore. If they wore feather hats, they were Indians; if they wore sombreros, they were Mexicans; and if they wore smaller hats they were Americans. |
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| Finis Hominis | Dec 12 2015, 07:33 AM Post #3 |
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Also, when I was a child, I thought all countries in the world normally had either Whites and Negroes as full citizens. I thought Arabs, Turks and Indo-Iranians were just Whites too. I thought a Yellow person was a genetically degenerated White person, born with a deformity in their faces, specially their eyes. I thought Amerindians were just people who chosed to live buttnaked in the forests and wore feathers, regardless their races. |
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| Finis Hominis | Dec 12 2015, 07:41 AM Post #4 |
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I thought hippies existed since Ancient Ages, and I thought people like Jesus Christ and Buddha were hippies too. When I was a 5 y.o. child I thought that, in the year 2000, everyone would be wearing silver jumpsuits and driving on flying saucers. Also, when I was a child, I thought the Count of Montechrist lived on a cell beyond the wall in the end of my backyard. I thought that if I dig a hole on that wall, I would meet him. One day, I climbed on a ladder to see beyond that wall, and I found out that there was nothing else behind that, except for someone else's backyard. I and got sad because I really thought the Count of Montechrist lived behind my backyard. |
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