(originally posted as a Facebook status update in 28/02/2014)
The other day, in a chat with a photojournalist about human rights violations in Rio, I argued that the problem in the city is not FIFA or IOC, but ourselves as people. This photo album I share illustrates the point I made in that talk.
I told her that I believe we Brazilians (not only the elites) do not often care about what happens inside favelas (our kinds of slums). That is why the evictions, the murders, the drug trade and the low living conditions have persisted for over a century since the first favela was built. As long as those problems do not affect us non-favela dwellers, we don’t care.
It is an interesting thing to be a local outsider.
In Helsinki, where I live, I am a local for living here. At the same time, I am an outsider for being an immigrant. Not that I am isolated in Finland or anything. I am not. It is just that I still have a feeling I don’t belong even though I love having here as a home.
The funny thing is that I am also a local outsider in Brazil (or Rio or Magé, my hometown). I am a local for being from there. But I have lived abroad for a while. So I end up being an outsider there too. I sometimes feel I don’t belong back home as well.
One could freak out in a situation like this. I mean, feeling that one does not belong anywhere. I do sometimes. But there can be benefits. Continue reading