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My brothers have a cage in which they keep two iguanas. I'm sure these creatures were born in captivity, and I assume they will die in the same cage they are in now. It's not a bad cage. There are quite a few square feet for them to run around, there is a stick they can climb up and down, there is a heat rock they can relax on, and they have everything they need to survive at their clawtips. They don't even need to hunt for their meals because their meal tickets (my brothers) provide them with four square meals a day. They can see outside their cage, but have no idea what it would be like to live outside. I often wonder, however, what would happen if we were to set these two animals free in what would be considered a natural habitat for most iguanas in the wild. Would they be likely to adapt in no time at all, or would they look for a nice place with four glass walls and a stick to play on? And how could this story about two lizards, even if used metaphorically, apply to us as a race? We are responsible for our entrapment within four similar glass walls, yet we are not aware of them. Inside of a cage called America we sit, and though we have a great view of the rest of the world, that's all it is-a view. If we could somehow find a way of recognizing and breaking out of this comfortable cage called life, we would be more capable of coming together as a human race and putting an end to a division so obvious that terms such as "first world" and "third world" are created to define the differences. Although I will incorporate the use of a few references, the main section of this essay will focus on my own experiences of life in another country which, in its own way, was another world.
I was taught little in school or home about cultures and people other than my own. Was theple other than my own. Was there a reason I should have learned about a less productive people in some remote country? There was nothing wrong with the land of the free and the home of the brave, and whether or not I was culturally diverse was of little importance in my life-until I went to live in a different country.
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The Brazilian people are vebsp; The Brazilian people are very traditional. Often a decision about religion or an occupation will be greatly influenced by the religion or occupation of an individual's father or mother, which came as a result of their parents, and so forth. This is not to say that the people do not think for themselves, it implies that many Brazilian people believe in honoring family names, beliefs, and reputations. The people of Brazil are very happy with a life that most people born in the states would not be capable of tolerating. Poverty is not uncommon and comfort is not nearly as available there as it is here. For example, in the state of Sâo Paulo, the average temperature all year long is comparable to the average summer temperature in a desert state like Utah. However, most people live without many of the conveniences Americans have such as air conditioning, the availability of a car and often even telephones. Yet for most Brazilians this is nothing more than an inconvenience they have been taught to deal with by life in Brazil. We often complain when we're "forced" to eat the same thing for dinner two nights in a row. Consider ghts in a row. Consider eating the same basic meal for lunch and dinner every day of your life. Rice and beans are an intricate part of any lunch or dinner, partly because it is a traditional dish, partly because it is cheap and fits the budget of most families whose sole provider works twelve-hour days and makes minimum wage (which over there is not even close to what minimum wage here is). Schooling is not a requirement like it is in the states. Many people stop going to school after completion of the Brazilian equivalent of high school, many students don't go that far. Poverty is evident everywhere in Brazil. Many homes consist only of four walls and a roof overhead, and are sometimes smaller than a small bedroom in the states. Despite all this, the Brazilian people are warm, friendly, and genuine human beings.
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