There were only two places in the hotel-farm where I stayed in my recent trip to Brazil in which a cellular would work: in the corner of the veranda and over the refrigerator. Since climbing on the refrigerator was out of the question, the veranda was a very popular spot. But even in there the signal for the cell would appear and disappear without any rational explanation, making it almost impossible to place a call.
After being in that hotel-farm for 3 days, we were thirsty for communication. In our way back to the city, we spotted some boys under a telephone pole holding their cells up in the air. Our driver did not hesitate one minute and stopped the car in the middle of the road so we, too, could try to get in touch with the civilization.
How could we have survived without a cell for so long? Nowadays, 3 days without a cellular is like slow death…I am sure that the kids of my kids will find it hard to believe, one day, that their grandmother grew up without a cell. They will probably look at me, puzzled, as if I were an extinct species, like the dinosaurs, and should be placed in a museum. I am also sure that I will find hard to explain to them that life did exist not only without a cell, but also without the television.
Growing up, we had just one phone in the house. It was a huge black rotary phone that my girlfriends and I used to call some cute boys and hang up giggling when they answered…Other times I would be on the phone with my best friend for so long that my father would get exasperated and drive home to tell my mother what he had meant to say by phone…
As for the TV, I saw the first one when I was about 10 years old and went to visit my grandmother in Rio de Janeiro. I was fascinated. The TV had not arrived yet in my hometown. Over there, in the evenings, we would place our chairs on the sidewalk in front of our house and sit for hours, talking with our neighbors. If we were lucky, the grandfather of my friend who lived next-door would tell us some magical stories.
Later, when I was sent to a boarding school in Rio de Janeiro, on Wednesdays nights the nuns would turn on the TV so we could watch a very popular show: “Roberto Carlos e a Jovem Guarda.” We all held our breaths while we followed, in black and white, our favorite artists singing the songs that described love so well…
These times are gone now, like the dinosaurs. The world is connected in ways that would be unthinkable some decades ago. Wherever we go, we take some sort of electronic gadget along with us. Our minds get bombarded with all kinds of information. And, to relax, we sit at the computer to read or write a blog…
After being in that hotel-farm for 3 days, we were thirsty for communication. In our way back to the city, we spotted some boys under a telephone pole holding their cells up in the air. Our driver did not hesitate one minute and stopped the car in the middle of the road so we, too, could try to get in touch with the civilization.
How could we have survived without a cell for so long? Nowadays, 3 days without a cellular is like slow death…I am sure that the kids of my kids will find it hard to believe, one day, that their grandmother grew up without a cell. They will probably look at me, puzzled, as if I were an extinct species, like the dinosaurs, and should be placed in a museum. I am also sure that I will find hard to explain to them that life did exist not only without a cell, but also without the television.
Growing up, we had just one phone in the house. It was a huge black rotary phone that my girlfriends and I used to call some cute boys and hang up giggling when they answered…Other times I would be on the phone with my best friend for so long that my father would get exasperated and drive home to tell my mother what he had meant to say by phone…
As for the TV, I saw the first one when I was about 10 years old and went to visit my grandmother in Rio de Janeiro. I was fascinated. The TV had not arrived yet in my hometown. Over there, in the evenings, we would place our chairs on the sidewalk in front of our house and sit for hours, talking with our neighbors. If we were lucky, the grandfather of my friend who lived next-door would tell us some magical stories.
Later, when I was sent to a boarding school in Rio de Janeiro, on Wednesdays nights the nuns would turn on the TV so we could watch a very popular show: “Roberto Carlos e a Jovem Guarda.” We all held our breaths while we followed, in black and white, our favorite artists singing the songs that described love so well…
These times are gone now, like the dinosaurs. The world is connected in ways that would be unthinkable some decades ago. Wherever we go, we take some sort of electronic gadget along with us. Our minds get bombarded with all kinds of information. And, to relax, we sit at the computer to read or write a blog…
NO TEMPO DOS DINOSAUROS
Tinha apenas dois lugares no hotel-fazenda onde me hospedei na minha recente viagem ao Brasil em que um celular funcionava: no canto da varanda e em cima da geladeira. Já que não podíamos subir na geladeira, a varanda era um local muito popular. Mas mesmo alí o sinal do celular aparecia e desaparecia sem qualquer explicação racional, o que tornava quase impossível fazer uma ligação.
Depois de ter ficado nesse hotel-fazenda três dias, estávamos sedentos por comunicação. No caminho de volta para a cidade, vimos alguns meninos embaixo de um poste telefônico segurando os celulares no ar. Nosso motorista não hesitou um minuto e parou o carro no meio da estrada, para que nós também pudéssemos entrar em contato com a civilização.
Como tínhamos sobrevivido sem um celular por tanto tempo? Hoje em dia, três dias sem celular é como morte lenta ... Tenho certeza de que os filhos dos meus filhos não poderão acreditar, um dia, que a sua avó cresceu sem celular. Se disser isso, eles provavelmente vão me encarar como se eu fosse uma espécie extinta, como os dinossauros, e achar que eu deveria estar num museu. Também tenho certeza de que vou achar difícil explicar como cresci não apenas sem celular, mas também sem televisão.
Quando eu era pequena, nós tínhamos apenas um telefone em casa. Era um telefone preto e grande, rotativo, que eu e minha melhor amiga usávamos para ligar para os meninos nos quais estávamos interessadas e desligar, morrendo de rir, quando eles atendiam ... Algumas vezes eu ficava no telefone com minha amiga tanto tempo, que meu pai perdia a paciência e dirigia para casa para dizer a minha mãe o que ele preferia ter dito por telefone ...
Quanto à TV, vi a primeira quando tinha mais ou menos 10 anos e fui visitar a minha avó, no Rio de Janeiro. Fiquei fascinada. A TV ainda não tinha chegado à minha cidade natal. Em Corumbá, de noite, colocávamos algumas cadeiras na calçada na frente da nossa casa e ficávamos sentados lá, horas, conversando com os vizinhos. Se tivéssemos sorte, o avô da minha amiga que morava na casa ao lado contava algumas histórias mágicas. Mais tarde, quando fui para um internato no Rio de Janeiro, às quartas-feiras as freiras ligavam a TV para que pudéssemos assistir a um show muito popular: "Roberto Carlos e a Jovem Guarda." Todas nós prendíamos a respiração enquanto assistíamos, em preto e branco, nossos artistas favoritos cantando músicas que descreviam tão bem o amor ...
Esses tempos já se foram, como os dinossauros. O mundo está ligado de uma forma que seria impensável há algumas décadas. Onde quer que vamos, sempre levamos algum aparelho eletrônico. Nossas mentes são bombardeadas por todos os tipos de informações. E, para relaxar, ligamos o computador para ler ou escrever um blog ...
Once upon a time, a very, very long time ago the world was without electric lights. How nice it is to turn night into day, make our streets safer, and we all feel all secure when the lights are bright. But there is a problem with our electric lighting. I have heard that it is not correctly designed. Instead of being focused downward, the light is allowed to diffuse and spreads across the heavens robbing us of things that once inspired awe and wonder in the my child's eyes. Can you remember the cloud of stars at the top of the night sky? In how many places, I wonder, is this night sky only a memory and something that will never be again. At least, not like it was during our childhood.
ReplyDeleteThere have been times I have been without a television, and survived by reading a book or finding someone to engage in conversation. I have gotten along quite well without a microwave oven, too. Autostart gas grills are sure nice, but what about the flavor and smell of real charcoal? But the one thing that really, really stands out right now is the realization that I do not miss my cell phone as much as I miss the smear of stars that used to be in the heavens above.
You relax writing a blog and I relax reading your blog. I remember mr. Chico Farias telling us wonderful stories about Saci Pererê, Caipora and others magical creatures.
ReplyDeleteI remember too a hotel-farm where I looked for a place in which my cellular would work.
Thank you for remind me these wonderful times of my life.
Prima, adorei o blog e já virei fã! Adorei seu estilo de escrever... Como disseram no outro comentário, vc relaxa escrevendo e eu relaxo lendo... Quem me falou dele foi Martha, quando passou por Brasília.
ReplyDeleteParabéns!
What else can I say? Thank you for your kind words. Obrigada!
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