isolation

i have a neighbor. many of them. i say hello. but i never say good bye

but one of those neighbors has japanese ancestors. he has a child. they watch japanese tv, and listen to japanese music all day long. then i wonder if that child even knows how to speak portuguese. dekaseguis are the sons of japanese immigrants in foreign lands that go back to their homeland. this year is the celebration of 100 years of japanese immigration in brazil. i think that when they came here there weren't any famous animes in the western world, nor technologies above ours. and of course, brazil had a lot of land. this made me think about two things

the first thing was about an tribe in amazon forest. all the children are jailed inside a cottage until they reach the age of 12. they can't even see what happens outside. only their mothers came inside to take care of them. then, when they go outside for the first time, the grown ups put large ants on their skin, in this way they learn how pain is. very strange habit, isn't it?

it makes me think about isolation. isolation inside a home. isolation on an isle.

there are no tribes inside the cities. not even urban tribes. global world, where we choose our style buying t-shirts. but, what makes me amused has happened a lot of times long past. with the great navigators. ambitious europeans with gold fever, powder guns and wooden ships. and Easter Island. they had a culture that made them insanely create head statues of the same shape in different sizes. they had a culture, a slow culture. few resources. and ages to develop. the same thing. then comes another civilization and eats it. the same civilization experienced in threatening others. see chinese and indian and inca and etc. what could a little island of a cult of obcessive for stone heads possibly do?

every person is an island. bridges over troubled waters.

and i had many thoughts to forget. some to share with you before i forget. but the one that i was prideful was another. i thought about god. i thought about food. and loneliness. but this is as boring as any other thought before world trips

do old people have to die to leave more place to new generations?
eternity

we, when young, look for a place under the sun.
the old, they look for the a place in the sunset.