Confused now more than ever-read 7th
Living in all these different places has stretched my brain, and now I am thoroughly confused... The Lahu’s all live in these one bedroom bamboo hut type things, they all sleep on the floor together, they all have one outfit, they are always together, community seems to be a big thing. There is very little sense of privacy, they all wonder into each other’s homes. The babies are all carried around on people’s backs, family or not..
It’s not a big deal to show one’s breasts as they are considered just a normal part of the body that feeds and nourishes a baby. However, we were not allowed to show our knees because those are considered to be sexually charged. The story that we heard is that since there is relatively little time and privacy to make love, and since its possible that someone will enter your house without knocking, the woman and man both remain clothed while making love, the man is on the bottom, and the woman is straddling him on top, and she just lifts her skirt, revealing her knees...
The women of the village all seem to be overweight while all the men seem to be 1/3 their size. They live off the food that they grow and feed the pigs that they raise all of their leftover scraps. The chickens and dogs seem to be on their own, and there were lots of dogs that looked in especially bad shape everywhere.
The children were all so cute, and seemed to go off and play in groups.
There was one girl in the village whose father was dutch and her mother was Lahu, and they had both passed away, and she, I guess had been to visit family in Holland a couple of times, and attends thai boarding school thanks to the Dutch families money that they send, but she absolutely refuses to live over there. She instead lives with an adopted Lahu family....
It’s interesting how here it is all about family, and how in the west one’s independence is so much more important. I remember a college professor gave this really profound lecture on how we tend to be so much more isolated in western culture daily life, all of us on the highways heading to work in our cars, we can all see each other, yet we can’t make any contact, how we work such long hours, communicate by e-mail, and the phone, etc...How we are so bound by time that we wear watches on our wrists... Yet, are we all longing for real contact, real touch? It makes me think of that movie crash (which I didn’t really care for) where the man says that in Los Angeles, people are so hungry for touch that they crash into one another. I don’t know the answers... I enjoy my independence which is allowing me to travel, yet still keep in touch with people via e-mail and the phone...interesting, ehh... It’s all God....
I think that perhaps in every time period, in every place in the world, there are always obstacles to overcome. Perhaps for the Lahu’s, there struggles have to do with basic health and food concerns, while in the west, most of us don’t have to worry about that because of technology advancements, but those advancements also bring other problems...
It’s not a big deal to show one’s breasts as they are considered just a normal part of the body that feeds and nourishes a baby. However, we were not allowed to show our knees because those are considered to be sexually charged. The story that we heard is that since there is relatively little time and privacy to make love, and since its possible that someone will enter your house without knocking, the woman and man both remain clothed while making love, the man is on the bottom, and the woman is straddling him on top, and she just lifts her skirt, revealing her knees...
The women of the village all seem to be overweight while all the men seem to be 1/3 their size. They live off the food that they grow and feed the pigs that they raise all of their leftover scraps. The chickens and dogs seem to be on their own, and there were lots of dogs that looked in especially bad shape everywhere.
The children were all so cute, and seemed to go off and play in groups.
There was one girl in the village whose father was dutch and her mother was Lahu, and they had both passed away, and she, I guess had been to visit family in Holland a couple of times, and attends thai boarding school thanks to the Dutch families money that they send, but she absolutely refuses to live over there. She instead lives with an adopted Lahu family....
It’s interesting how here it is all about family, and how in the west one’s independence is so much more important. I remember a college professor gave this really profound lecture on how we tend to be so much more isolated in western culture daily life, all of us on the highways heading to work in our cars, we can all see each other, yet we can’t make any contact, how we work such long hours, communicate by e-mail, and the phone, etc...How we are so bound by time that we wear watches on our wrists... Yet, are we all longing for real contact, real touch? It makes me think of that movie crash (which I didn’t really care for) where the man says that in Los Angeles, people are so hungry for touch that they crash into one another. I don’t know the answers... I enjoy my independence which is allowing me to travel, yet still keep in touch with people via e-mail and the phone...interesting, ehh... It’s all God....
I think that perhaps in every time period, in every place in the world, there are always obstacles to overcome. Perhaps for the Lahu’s, there struggles have to do with basic health and food concerns, while in the west, most of us don’t have to worry about that because of technology advancements, but those advancements also bring other problems...
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