Different Cultures

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I was born and raised in the west part of Africa, a continent that everyone even African see as poor, sick and invisible in intercontinental relations. But since I was ten years old I started coming to the United States to spend my summer with my family. I could see soon enough that we didn’t have the same culture or the same point of view on what family was. I used to think that American culture was the model that the entire world should follow but then I realized that the African culture I most of the time compare to archaic was a better model. Younger I thought that everything that American people did was the good thing to do, to follow and to apply. I thought that the united states were everything I watched on television like music videos, documentaries on jails and the life that stars lived. Even after the four successive summers I spent here I had the same image of this country. I loved everything about this country. The view, the landscape, the buildings, the culture, the power it has and the respect other nations have toward this country. But little by little with time and maturity I began seeing the downsides of this so beautiful culture on the outside. Everything seems to be so perfect in the lives of American people. But by looking closer I could see that these people are not human beings anymore. They look like computers programed to go look for money; they are slaves of their own society that turns around wealth. Wealth is equal to respect and fame in this country. People talk about useless things like haw celebrities dress, what they did on a particular day and rumors about other people’s lives. Are they forgetting that they are people in this so called ‘’first world power’’ that are poor and that suffer to keep the... ... middle of paper ... ...ople live here. Eat, sleep, highway and work. They live and work for the two weeks they’ll spend in ocean city or Virginia Beach just to cool off and go back to their routine life. Where is the excitement?, the happiness to live? It is in each and every American until they get in the ‘’system’’. As soon as they step in they forget little by little what living means and what money is for. Money is a tool to get to happiness it shouldn’t be the only concern in your life. That is why I think that if this is the price of freedom and a wealthy society I prefer my continent just how it is with some little changes like self-sufficiency to prevent people from dying of sickness and poverty. Seeing that women fall opened my eyes. I started looking at things differently. And for the first time I didn’t criticize the education and culture I had but I was actually proud of it.

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