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Also, good point about what a 'real' Chilean experience is. I had a very broad Chilean upbringing with my ex-girlfriend with family members at both ends of the social scale. Now my experience is pretty much entirely with middle to upper class Chileans. The key word there is 'Chileans'...they're living 'real' Chilean lives because they're Chilean.. And I'm experiencing their Chilean lives. Just because they don't live in poverty doesn't mean their lives are any less 'real'.
A lot of people come to Chile (and other countries in South America) determined to have 'real' experiences. This often seems to mean living in conditions they wouldn't accept at home and being 'friends' with people they wouldn't be friends with at home. To me, a 'real' experience is having friends who share common values, experiences and usually education, not living a forced and false existence that you can get out of whenever you want. Not that friendship across social levels cannot happen, of course, because that's patently untrue, just that it's usual to fall in with a crowd of people who are similar to you.
And finally, apologies for making this an absurdly long comment but a song by Pulp comes to mind. Here are the lyrics :)
"She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge,
she studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College,
that's where I,
caught her eye.
She told me that her Dad was loaded,
I said "In that case I'll have a rum and coca-cola."
She said "Fine."
and in thirty seconds time she said,
"I want to live like common people,
I want to do whatever common people do,
I want to sleep with common people,
I want to sleep with common people,
like you."
Well what else could I do -
I said "I'll see what I can do."
I took her to a supermarket,
I don't know why but I had to start it somewhere,
so it started there.
I said pretend you've got no money,
she just laughed and said,
"Oh you're so funny."
I said "yeah?
Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here.
Are you sure you want to live like common people,
you want to see whatever common people see,
you want to sleep with common people,
you want to sleep with common people,
like me."
But she didn't understand,
she just smiled and held my hand.
Rent a flat above a shop,
cut your hair and get a job.
Smoke some fags and play some pool,
pretend you never went to school.
But still you'll never get it right,
cos when you're laid in bed at night,
watching roaches climb the wall,
if you call your Dad he could stop it all.
You'll never live like common people,
you'll never do what common people do,
you'll never fail like common people,
you'll never watch your life slide out of view,
and dance and drink and screw,
because there's nothing else to do.
Sing along with the common people,
sing along and it might just get you through,
laugh along with the common people,
laugh along even though they're laughing at you,
and the stupid things that you do.
Because you think that poor is cool.
I want to live with common people"
It really bothers me too when people talk about "real" Chilean experiences. Why must we qualify something that is unique to each individual?
I have to admit there was one point in your post where I stiffened up a bit, ready for the (usually) inevitable La Dehesa bashing*.. and then felt validated after reading what you wrote. Yes, I live in a gated community. But, there are stray dogs, my car is not always shiny, my nana is part time, and we cook for ourselves! My neighbors are Chilean at least.. (No comment on the gardener or pool guy...) And as for the exclusive school, I work there. But I do try to make an effort.. my Spanish is improving drastically, I go out of my comfort zone and talk to anyone who will listen!
Just because the realities are different does not mean they are all not someone's reality. I think Chile has made me so appreciative of things I took for granted.. and opened up my eyes to how people from other countries living in North America might feel. Paradigm shift! Thanks for (yet another!) mind-stretching post.
*Not saying you bash La Dehesa, but there are some who love to...
Also, I think fellow expats are generally really interesting people. All of them were brave enough to move halfway across the world, and all of them have fascinating stories about why they chose to do so. I think many people who live abroad develop a worldview that makes them open to considering other perspectives and trying new things, which really opens the door for shared experiences.
A definite spot on post.
And great song someone quoted by one of my favourite bands. Now, check out the lyrics of this other song (it's in 'Argentinian Spanish'):
Vos no confiaste (2 Minutos)Vos no confiaste
y te fuiste del país
a buscar un futuro
inmediato y mucho mejor.
Hace un año y medio ya
que estas viviendo en Madrid
lavando copas en un bar
tratando de sobrevivir.
En el cuartito del hotel
cuelgan de la pared
tu diploma de arquitecto
y el banderín de River Plate.
Vos no te diste cuenta
que sos sapo de otro pozo,
otro roñoso sudaca
en la vieja Europa.
Vos no confiaste
en la gente de tu país
Vos no esperaste a tu país
Vos no confiaste,
Vos no esperaste
Great post.
For me it doesn't really matters if the person is a fellow expat or a local.
What matters is for us having a good chemistry and fun being together.
Many times I see expats hanging together for the wrong reasons - Just because they share the same culture and language. I am sure that back home they would never become friends.
Sharon
Luckily, I cam across your blog, and it has been helpful. I mean, I know that I'm getting the perspective of a non-Chilean, but it is interesting to me, because those are the thoughts that I would probably have. So thanks for your blogs. I haven't read them all, but the ones I did were really cute.
I think a lot of us, myself included, use "La Dehesa" as shorthand for people - often from the US - who are sent here by their companies or governments and don't really integrate into Chilean societies. A lot of these people are career expats, always on the move, and it's somewhat understandable that they're not going to make the same effort with language/relationships/culture knowing that they'll be on the move again in a couple years as someone who's independently choosing to make a life here might do. That said, it's important to remember that just because someone lives comfortably doesn't necessarily mean their experience is less Chilean or real (I touched on this in a post at some point as well). I mean hell, I live a far cushier life than the majority of Chileans, and I would say that I have a pretty authentic Chilean experience! I especially liked Matt's point that purposely living in squalor because "it's Latin America" or "it's a developing country" isn't particularly authentic either. Few Chilean would live like that if they had the money to do otherwise!
And yes, expat friends have a very special role, whether it be reminiscing over shared childhood memories (I did not grow up watching El Chavo), cracking jokes (although I am proud to say that after 2 years I am at least a little funny in Spanish) or sharing the occasional frustration with this country.