As he wanders the streets of Porto one night, the hero of Ilse Losa’s novel thinks about the relationship between a foreigner and the buildings that they find themselves amongst. He thinks about how buildings link people to history. And he thinks about the struggles and the glories that a nation waves about like banners: the foreigner may ... like them, find them curious, but the foreigner is not moved or proud. When it’s your own country reciting its struggles and glories, you feel moved, or you feel riled. The public statues to villain-heroes, the songs about the fight for decent working conditions, the noise made about some wars, the silence around others. It’s like family – every discussion has been worked through before. It takes persistence to shift the well-worn patterns, to find new responses to the old arguments. But when the glories held up before you are those of another country, their power fades away. For the foreigner, the immigrant, these glories are not the re-ap...
FRIENDSHIP, DIFFERENCE, BEING OUT OF PLACE. I write about being in a foreign country, speaking a new language, and living through cultural differences. Texts in English and Portuguese.