Have you had your shoes shined by a guy who doesent own a pair of his own?
In my fathers homeland.
I gave him my sandals and walked the rest of the time in Dr Martens…..in Africa.
I´m such a fucking nice guy am i not? *Ironic*
Those sandals elevated him in status as soon as he put them on.
Did i help out my kin?Get some food for thought? Or did i get to feel like the benevolent white guy (i´m not white, my father is from down there, leaving me looking like a member of the Simpsons, yellowish)?
Sweden was poverty struck too just a bit over a century ago.
Swedes fled to Minnesota to avoid starvation. We where also a superpower before that.
A culture, like a person has to get used to things going in waves.
And a culture, like a person has to get used to waking up now and again with a fucking hangover.