History is an Errant Paradox

It was during early 2006 that Alicia Alvarez handed me a book saying: this is our bible. I then read “Las Venas Abiertas de America Latina” (Open Veins of Latin America) by an author unknown to me then called Eduardo Galeano. I took that book when travelling through Argentina and the more I read the more I came to understand that we needed a shift not only in South America but also in other places like my birth country, Portugal. In it I could read how good and valuable people we stripped out of their good ideas and values by greedy people. But that’s not big news…

I will not make a synopsis of the book or anything. Actually I want to take your attention to another book he is about to publish and to an excerpt called “History is an Errant Paradox”.

On it you can read things like this:
When they were evicted from the Garden of Eden, Adam and Eve moved to Africa, not Paris. Some time later, when their children had embarked on their ways in the world, writing was invented. In Iraq, not Texas.
Algebra was invented in Iraq too, by Mohammed al Jwarizmi, 1,200 years ago, and the word ‘algorithm’ was derived from his name.
The three novelties that made the European Renaissance possible – the compass, gunpowder and the printing press – were invented by the Chinese, who also invented almost everything that Europe reinvented.
The Hindus knew before anybody else that the world was round, and the Mayans created the most precise calendar ever devised.

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Bus Diaries (?)

It wasn’t really like the motorcycle diaries. First because I’m not Ernesto “Che” Guevara, second I didn’t have a “Poderosa” (name given to the motorcycle by Alberto Granado), and third my journey was of 5 months and not 8.
Although, like Che I’m also 23 at the date of the journey and has those 2 men I also saw things that lead me to question the value of progress as defined by economic systems that leave so many people beyond their reach.
I discovered the real Latin America in the people I meet on the road, the diverse geography I encountered is reflected on my own shifting perspectives. Is all still confusing but I’ll get the significance of it in the end; eventually. What I realize now is that this experience will be the starting mark of a re-defining of ethical and political fundaments on a longer journey, my life.

I intend to start writing not a diary but a “memoriam” of all the diverse spectrum of stimulus that Latin America offered me. I will tried to resume all that voyage into a manuscript that can transcend my emotions, experiences, lessons learned, and social perspectives. It will be written into a series of small paper/titles (that will include the already online article about the 1st month I spent in Uruguay) detailing the facts that I lived and had a huge impact in me. One thing I know for sure, I have to get back there and unfold some more of its secrets, there I lost a love but found another!
I’m still writting driven by will and inspiration, trying to get some of me into a scratch of paper …