Racism is still a problem, not only in developed countries, but also in cultures that have survived for centuries.
In the case of developed countries such as the U.S racism has risen in almost every corner of the country. In places such as New York, you can feel the divission and unreasonable hate between members of different cultures.Despite the fact that the U.S is a country rich in diversity, people don’t seem to understand that such intolerant behaviour can not be accepted on the 21st century, and specially in a country whose economy is based ( or at least a big part of it) on what inmigrants produce.
On the other hand, we presence another type of racims, that some don’t like to call it that way. In some closed cultures or religions, people who don’t share their believes are just not accepted. So, how do you call that? In my opinion, it is also called racism, because they don’t accept the differences that exist between each human being.
In sum, I must say that the world would be a very boring place if we all looked the same. We’ve been blessed with diversity and the world has gotten so many problems, that we should get together to save what’s left of it. Let’s not destroy life over racism and let’s work togheter to offer a better one for our children.
Nowdays taking a ” relaxing vacation” is even harder than trying to survive to the daily city stress.Well, I recieved that “gift” on this year´s Holy Week. Everything in my life was a mess: my students were driving me crazy, I was driving my teachers crazy and I barely had time to go out just to take a walk. One day, a friend suggested that we spent Holy Week in Morrocoy. I didn´t even think about it!! I bought a tent, took my savings out of the bank and said goodbye to stressful Caracas. I must say that the trip was a disater itself. The bus left us in Valencia at 3 am, so we had to sleep in the terminal. The next day, we spent the entire morning trying to find transportation, and finally, we had to pay double for a bus to Morrocoy. When we got there, we had to pay a fisherman to take us in his boat to our island. It was very cheap, and as we got closer to the coast, we felt like it was all worth it. All the stress, anger and desperation had gone away as we stared at the natural beauty that appeared in front of our eyes. That was the beggining of my best holiday ever. Eventough I almost regret my decision, I prefered ” suffering” the difficulties of the trip, than having to stay in chaotic Caracas.
I have finally find the way to upload some pictures………if you have any that you could like to post…..contact me!!!!!!!!!!