Globalisation
Autor: Luidgi | Publicado: 2014-04-21T08:30:00-07:00



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On deck



&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
<!--[endif]-->Rosemary



&nbsp;Everything
had gone right until now.&nbsp; Rosemery was
happy. The passages of ship (it was her great dream: a trip of ship until
Honolulu). The weather was spectacular. The travel were paid off.&nbsp; Of course her parents had helped. Actually,
helped a lot. Rosemary had a modest job. She was a secretary in a department
store. Soon the ship would begin the journey. So, Rosemary ended quickly to set
in order her cabin and she descended into the deck. There were a lot of people
on deck. But nobody was shaking, like in the move Titanic. She was
disappointed. Looking for the people on desk, Rosemary realized that they wore
clothes better than her. An old lady grabbed the arm of her husband greeted her
by far. Rosemary replied with a slight movement of the head. One guy looked
straight at her. When Rosemary looked at him, he looked away. He seemed shy.



&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; II.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
<!--[endif]-->Chimney



When came the time of&nbsp; lunch, Rosemary went to the main restaurant
of ship. It was packed. Rosemary was travelling alone. So, a single place was
enough. In a corner, a girl was sitting alone. Rosemary approached:

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-&nbsp;
<!--[endif]-->Hi
! Are you waiting for someone ?

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - 
<!--[endif]-->No.
I am alone ...


<!--[endif]-->&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - Could
I …

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -
<!--[endif]-->Yes!
Please !

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;- <!--[endif]-->My
name is Rosemary …

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -
<!--[endif]-->Chimney
!


<!--[endif]-->&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - What
?

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -
<!--[endif]-->Chimney.
My name !

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -
<!--[endif]-->Oh!
I … sorry… I …

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -&nbsp;<!--[endif]-->Ok.
It is a weird name. My father …!

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -&nbsp;
<!--[endif]-->Ah!
He chose the name … is better when is the mother … !

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -
<!--[endif]-->Oh,
yes !!

Rosemery realized the Chimney was younger than
her. The skin was sunburned. Black smart eyes. Would look good in a white bikini.
They asked the lunch. Chimney asked for a Mexican food. Rosemary asked for a
Italian food. Chimney was a kind person and had a strong accent. Soon they were
old friends.



<!--[if !supportLists]-->III.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
<!--[endif]-->On
deck



After the lunch, , they talked for almost a
hour. Rosemary returned to cabin. She slept a bit. She decided to visit the
ship stores. It was a huge ship.&nbsp; Four levels.
Three hours later, Rosemary was on deck. The sun was not stronger. The pool of
the ship was crowded. Someone touched her shoulder.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -&nbsp;
<!--[endif]-->Hi,
Rose !

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;-&nbsp;&nbsp;<!--[endif]-->Chimney
! How are you ?

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;-
<!--[endif]-->Fine
… !

Chimney was wearing a white bikini. 

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - 
<!--[endif]-->I
was right! A white bikini is perfect to you!

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -&nbsp;
<!--[endif]-->I
wish a guy was saying that …

Rosemary didn´t like of her own body and&nbsp; she had to change the subject soon. 

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -
<!--[endif]-->Could
I ask you a little thing … I am curious … 

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-
<!--[endif]-->Yes!

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -
<!--[endif]-->Your
name …Chimney …!

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -&nbsp;
<!--[endif]-->Oh,
yes! My father arrived in USA and he didn´t know speak English. This was the
first word that he learned ...

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -
<!--[endif]-->Your
father is from …

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -&nbsp;
<!--[endif]-->México.
&nbsp;And his first job was chimney cleaner.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -&nbsp;
<!--[endif]-->Ah
… I see!

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -
<!--[endif]-->My
name is Chimney Marimar Guadalupe&nbsp;
Libertad !


<!--[endif]-->&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - Whow!
I am pleasure! My name is Rosemary Enescu !

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -
<!--[endif]-->Enescu?

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - <!--[endif]-->Yes!
From Romania !

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - &nbsp;
<!--[endif]-->My
blood is from Mexico. Your blood is from Romania. And we are in American ship. Weird.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -&nbsp;
<!--[endif]-->Globalisation,
Chimney. Globalisation.


<!--[endif]-->&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - What
do you think about it ?

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -&nbsp;
<!--[endif]-->Globalisation?

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -&nbsp;
<!--[endif]-->Yes.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -&nbsp;
<!--[endif]-->Well
… I don´t know …&nbsp; it is a good thing!

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -&nbsp;
<!--[endif]-->A
good thing ?&nbsp; I don’t think so.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -&nbsp;
<!--[endif]-->Why
?

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -&nbsp;
<!--[endif]-->At
first, &nbsp;I should be in a Mexican ship
with Mexican people. Now, I am not talking my own language !

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -&nbsp;<!--[endif]-->One
important point to consider is that the world is becoming bordeless. So, the
culture and the customs of each country is fading. This is a fact.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -
<!--[endif]-->The
main problem is that you lose the identity …


<!--[endif]-->&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - I
am a citizen of the World … this is my identity.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -
<!--[endif]-->No,
the World is any place. You are from Romania ! In Romania there are cultures,
customs. You are from Romania. I am from Mexico. It is important! 

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -
<!--[endif]-->It
is a further disadvantage : &nbsp;I am a Romanian
if I am in Romania. With a globalization, the most important issue is that I can
be Romanian in any place. Without borders.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -
<!--[endif]-->I
am not sure. You must know the history of your people. The customs. You must
have a place to return. Your home.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -
<!--[endif]-->Your
father, Chimney, keeps the traditions of the place where he came from. And he
passed to you this things. My father not passed to me this kind of things. 

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -&nbsp;
<!--[endif]-->You
are right! My father … my family … everyone likes to tell stories about our
country, our region. And I like to hear these stories.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -&nbsp;
<!--[endif]-->I
confess that I would like to know more about my homeland. The music, the
people, the beliefs.&nbsp; 

Rosemary felt cold. The sun had gone sleep.
Now, artificial lights illuminating the two friends. Lights near the horizon
denounced another ship crossing the sea.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -
<!--[endif]-->I
am feeling cold, Chimney. This wind&nbsp; …

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -
<!--[endif]-->Yes.
I am feeling cold, too. Do you know the name of the city where your father
lived ?

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -
<!--[endif]-->Yes,
I know it. My father never told me, but I saw in old documents. Constanta. I
searched in internet. The city is located in the Dobruja. Dobruja is a region
of Romania, on the Black Sea coast. It seemed like a beautiful city.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -&nbsp;
<!--[endif]-->My
father came from the heart of Mexico: Torreón ! I never been there. But I know
this city very well. My dad talk a lot about his Torreón. 

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - 
<!--[endif]-->I
am freezy, Chimney ! See you later! 

They said goodbye and Rosemary
walked to her cabin and she was thinking how would be the stories told from
generation&nbsp; to generation in your
Romania.



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<!--[endif]-->Epilogue

Rosemary Enescu met Matthew on the ship. Today
she is Mrs. Matthew Taylor. Chimney and Rosemary continued the friendship. And Chimney
frequently visited Rosemary. And she met the brother of Matthew. And today she
is Mrs William Taylor.

And nowadays (Rosemary doesn´t know how)
Chimney still wears that white bikini !


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