What it means to be Italian-Somali? What does it mean to feel Italian Somalis? What is meant by this definition? The feelings, thoughts, point Gianni : Who would not italosomalo, might think that the question is meaningless, of little attraction and passion. Not so in reality. Using a simple example road. It 'difficult, we think, to travel - "all my life" - in the middle lane without any chance to bring in the fast lane or running normal, "others" continue to flash and sound the horn, every time. There will, always, who will remind you that you're not in the right lane ... I think all the others without taking into account the type of thought in the middle of the lane. It 's a big mistake culture. The comparison between cultures is a complex issue, what worst addiritura who own culture does not.
are many arguments for a debate on the issue. Let's go briefly on starting with what has been generated by colonialism (whatever it is), the problems of the theme of "hybridity," creolization, mestizaje, contamination, intersections, and identity. From the point of view of the merits of the question obviously prevails in every single story, his memories, his family (?) Someone even these examples.
A fluent language rather well, for sure some genius will weigh this knowledge, otherwise one does not speak or understand another language of his "I" and others will point out the anomaly your "no knowledge". It 's a simple example, but go on.
you been raised in a religion that does not share a parent and you realize that you are different because your parents give you all your a pan so as not to contaminate their dishes from your slice of pork or ham. You are clearer complexion from those around you in everyday life, therefore, automatically six abnormal. Not that the other side you're better, you're darker and the accounts do not come back again because unusual six automatically. There is always something out of place to the point, however, the situation should be contingent. Fate has given us a role of perpetual chaos, certainly not boring. As for
if this is the right note of the case, the disorder of the order.
read so superficially, to be Italian-Somali, could and can seem an endless series of misunderstandings even funny. Not so. Move and become two conflicting identities and the antipodes, to mediate between the two identities is a job. In psychology there is a disorder of the psyche known as the split personality syndrome, ie a single individual can exist in clusters psychic, able to remain relatively independent of each other, to "ignore" each other, which can cause a "split" personality along lines laid down by them, the "ordinary" people use the splitting, more or less pathological, as a remedy for an escape from reality by stifling and barren and fleeting reference points. In our case - normally without a psychological disorder - consciously we have to resort to the double identity. Assume the identity consonant with our partners whether they are Somali or Italian, and with all the others are very normal people with their own identity. This change of identity takes over with no natural need for opportunistic or have different purposes. Our italosomali be derived from a unique universal that has similar or equal in the world, is the result of the summation of the social environment in which we were born and raised.
The Somali society and patronymic Therefore, a child belongs to the "qabil clan" to his father's "rer", "laf", "tool" and so on, so we do not belong to the clan / tribe in Somalia as a child of Italian parents, in a reversal in Italy are considered "natives "So Italian citizens by nationality or documents, but never" considered "all Italians. This happens only to italosomali and not francocamerunensi, the angloghanesi, to germanoturchi or any other type of races. There is in neither of these mestizo cultural backgrounds so complex, encoded behaviorally, varied and diverse as it happens only to us italosomali.
Eventually, however, is the fragility of human beings and to the point, must have a character and temperament to handle the adversity out of the ordinary that "others" are trying to emphasize with our "supposed difference" is not thinking instead of our wealth.
This "alleged diversity" is an added value that makes them stronger or much weaker - a factor that many have not fully understood -. In my writing I would like to cite the most vulnerable and exposed fondly because between them, I lost many brothers, sisters, friends in a tragic way. Had taken refuge in alcohol, were killed and are killing, they are alienated from their minds going crazy, you are left to drift from their bodies reduced to beggars, and many have still recurring nightmares and anguish related to their unhappy childhoods, even if they have passed the half century of life
perhaps this is because someone had suggested, these friends / girlfriends, a different life, serene, peaceful, quiet, no problems. Perhaps because they had a strong ego, because, as with maternal torn and thrown in a college since their childhood. Because the path of life were lacking the certainties and the doubts increased. Thought to be so and instead were Gaius, perhaps, maybe, maybe ... ... Surely, with so many maybe, the only certainty is that they were betrayed.
The theme and argument have strong content and I wanted to deal with others, and confirmations, certainty and evidence (at the moment is all female) of young Italian-Somali. Meanwhile italosomali were joined by "somalitalo" (positive), the reverse trend.
The latter, also facing a bully in the same thought: people divided and different ... but with a different perspective, but also to consider and understand. How much am writing
counts above the age of people to understand the ego Italian-Somali, a time that embraces periods and epochs, historical situations, colonial, post-colonial. It 'obvious that heavy forms of pollution racist implemented, and disseminated by the liberal propaganda of the first colonial period, with practices and behaviors with 'imaginary' of the settlers and administrators, as well as the Italians at home, the few children italosomali age were necessarily have a strong temper. Fascism, then, was the largest project of institutionalized racial discrimination ever implemented in a colony, and the anthropologist L. Cipriani was its most influential ideologue. Cipriani, stressed the symbiotic relationship between anthropology and practice racist policies in the aftermath of the proclamation of the empire, the Corriere della Sera published an article by the unequivocal title "Anthropology in defense of the empire" (June 16, 1936). In 1937, the Fascist regime gave the order to "fight the hybridity of race making it appear as physically and morally inferior colored races "obviously the hybrid generated by them. Finally, Lidio Cipriani, one of many signatories to the Manifesto of the race in 1938, tried to demonstrate, in the fight against the lady, as were the mestizos inevitably prone to degeneration, and that therefore it was necessary to safeguard the prestige of the Latin race and fascist. Well those generations of italosomali can not think how my generation of the fifties or AFIS or the post independence era in Somalia, what counts is the age of the subjects and the context in which they lived. E 'complex.
CAF : The first thought that comes to mind when I think Being Italian-Somali, is a vague memory that emerges in childhood. The feeling just keeps having to explain a word, an attitude and awareness that words and attitude were all related to my "other" part. Would have been nice to me that the peculiar quirks, like all living things, were attributed more to a personal whim that the blood of your father or your mother. So (I said) I remember this funny thing, I looked in the mirror and thought "I wonder how it must feel to be all white or all black?". Everything I thought, but without anxiety and with great lightness, because in reality blend and have a ready-made excuse, most of the time could be very handy! How to follow certain religious precepts boring: you had a white mother that you had not taught as it should be in the world, then you were exempt, thanks to God (Allah). But then spend the night to strive for a sense of guilt, dreaming of either the first Catholic hell, though formidable, provided that there is a purgatory, then the naar, the eternal flame of Islam.
These arguments relate more to the hybrid in general, provided that most of the time, even if with difficulty experienced in childhood, adulthood becomes a possibility metamorphic be a bridge, broker, deciphering the mysteries of both worlds. We are
hours to the special characteristics of our two cultures of belonging, the Somali and Italian. The Italian. I think, above all, be imbued with the female world of my mother (Italian). My desire to protect her from the bitter outside world, it agreed by Somali women with whom he has never been able to communicate. I believe that in this re-invention of his first figure is the essence of my female characteristics, precision, modesty from a Catholic side of the exuberance and passion of my father's sister. So I kept a large Serbian confidentiality. Greatly mitigated by the desire to experience the intimacy and the feminine sphere together with other women, as used aunts. From my father, instead, I drank the lifeblood of ideological fervor, the utopia of the fledgling nation, brotherhood and liberation of Somalia.
After my early motherhood, war and exile feel inside of me survive the feeling of being able to carry my home and my shell everywhere, to nomadism atavistic attitude that comes out and maybe, who knows, I have been transferred Barni with the blood of my grandmother.
MIB continues: That difficult task you have given us!
I gutted a few key points, so without thinking much, I want to go deeper with you ... However, what has come now "float" is this: For me to be
italosomala means to have an identity a bit 'on the edge because I feel the result of a plot created by an inseparable historical transition quick, violent and denied. I lack a sense of belonging, I would be able to fill the "inner space" between my origins. The feelings that I feel is anger and impotence for "amputation" legal, bureaucratic and communication to Somalia and then the difficulties I have to go back to dad and my brothers. Maybe not drunk for positivity and optimism, but if I felt less burning and I were expressing a more serene I resigned.
EB , continues: I feel torn between two worlds, even if my heart is closer to Somalia especially since I was born Mogadishu ... but I also feel lucky and privileged because they are the summary of two cultures and through them I can understand more fully the vision / thought of the Italians that the Somalis ...
MIB Back on the topic: Whereas the holidays are a mirage in an oasis of ... work and commitment, I honor the beautiful figurative image of the book "b / w" seeking to understand the concepts previously expressed though it is not easy because resurface old memories steeped in yearning and tenderness still unresolved ...
Like the time on a school trip with her sisters have all embarrassed and wanted to become white (I apologize, I was six and my father was not was nothing more than an appearance in my life). Tenderness
because dad was a kid then, too, without mom and dad, raised by his grandmother and aunts who found himself attending Ingenieria in Ferrara Italy, but sometimes has the features and colors of Toyland e.. . come on do not make me tell, you have understood everything.
Mom, beautiful, naive, twenty years, I do not know if it was the tea with cardamom and cloves or perfume dell'unsi but then it was the 70s and it was believed that anything was possible ... peace, love, justice. A tale
clean and fragrant, polluted from reality but from where I was born.
I, who desire to become a child has turned white in adolescence in rejection of the Italian part (called controdipendenza?) and to deceive the West, all the devices we use to make a life, a life that flows in Somalia with an ancient rhythm, ancestral interior.
What an effort to get to twenty years and proud of my smile amber skin, forgive my father, my mother, the world, and wanting to start over, learn a language daunting, remember all the ancestors from Darod to heave Mahamud (peace of mine father, I never remember them all?)
And wanting to take up the challenge that Mr and Mrs. Mom and Dad have set aside, will make it possible for Dad to come back and at the same time to protect the sword from toys, and feel close to my father's brothers who also lost their mother ....
desire for membership, learn how to make sambusa, to know my cousin in America because it is my age and many things unite us, to wear the ... direh
Being Italian-Somali means many things ...
ES expands theme: Being children of Italians and Somalis in the past meant to accuse the heartache of two races and two cultures with different characters, in the sense that one was the Italian fascist (vehement, sly, subdued) and the other Somalia subject (simple, naive, illiterate, Imperia).
feelings, thoughts, points of view of the Italo-Somali are related to those complications that there were inculcated from early childhood all connected to a string of circumstances, facts and events.
First nuns, priests, fathers and parents have indoctrinated us instruct, to exalt and elevate the white race, the other taught us to despise and disrespect the black (including native tongue), Italian-Somali us (certainly naive because ) we have not done anything to respond to these hostilities against the Somalis and the result was the coining of the nickname "waceel or cyaal misiyooni" (read in Somali) in plain English "bastard" and when we were in Italy, the refusal of Italians consider one of them angry and disappointed us, causing many of us crisis of identity.
personally and I refuse categorically to condemn the Somali society for its culture, or because surnames, much less blame our mothers have sent us in college, that institution was for them a condition of luxury, "College" with all the comforts and, from their point of view, in that place we could get three meals a day, guaranteed education, decent clothing plus small newspapers like the privilege to take a shower without having to draw water dall'asciun, poor things, even if they ignored the way we were treated.
The blame can not be born for the culture of a society, the error comes from those who wanted to overturn this society.
The third world has suffered colonialism in many European countries, women were the first victims in the crosshairs of those men and children are obviously the consequences of such abuse. Only Somalia, Libya and Eritrea, the Italian fascist law did not want us to mix with the indigenous population, but even the Italians do not consider us, making a way to isolate and branded with the reputation of being a stateless person race, which has not happened to the other parties .
"Other", that the Franco-Cameroonian, the Anglo-Kenyan etc.etc. do not deny the mother tongue, do not despise the native place and are proud to belong to Africa.
Many of us do not speak Somali and yet they were born and raised in Somalia, because this despised language and race, when in fact be the Somali part of our DNA or a priori and a posteriori certainly can not deny what is fundamental.
However, it would be very interesting to write a book and the collection of our individual experiences and testimonials: how we've grown, how we were treated by nuns and priests and so on. I am sure, will be released a best seller. It should not be called "white or black, there are many interesting titles to be taken, I suggest, if anything," Sons of offspring dissonant "sounds better and attracts curiosity, or ask around for the best way tie. A margin
I respond to what is written about those children who are given alcohol or who have committed suicide, Well! apart from the weak character, the fault is not so much the rejection of the society of origin, but the repudiation of a fellow, I explain, who was recognized as legitimate by his adoptive father snob disdainful behavior toward his fellow unrecognized , making him weigh and note the difference. Of our
, those who have had the opportunity to better education, scorned so excessive that they could not have or do the same. There is no worst thing to receive waste, or worse, indifference or contempt on the part of your own like that. So many of our should be a mea culpa.
help each other, loving yourself is the best cure for a union of the same strain, many wars have been won for the pool of people who loved each other, help does not necessarily mean the economic side, there is the psychological and moral support, help encourage your brother to get up to be strong, devoted more time to those less fortunate , do you turn if necessary, do not waste time with silly prejudices are not to ask who can look like a mulatto, and those who do not, because remember that the eyes of others, we are similar.
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you would like to tell a story that changed my life.
A day walking through Piazza di Spagna, walked into a store to sell more than a mix of culinary products also sold books in foreign languages, my eyes fell on one of those who had written in English and was entitled "STRIVE FOR A BETTER LIFE", is affected by that title I rushed to buy it. I could not wait to go through but I waited to get home, once they arrive, I began to browse page by page reading with a little 'difficulty (at the time I was not fluent in English - as now - but I was doing quite well), the book was nothing but a manual that gave a lot of advice on a variety of areas, but there was a paragraph that struck me so much I weapon dictionary pen and paper and began to translate the text from ' English to Italian, you have no idea what those words were helpful. You set them down again, chissà potreste farne un manifesto utile ad aiutare un nostro fratello, però lo dovrete tradurre da voi, nel paragrafo "a" la frase è un cliché ve la voglio sottolineare e se non la capite fatemela sapere, okay?
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a) Recollect from your childhood which humiliated you, and then 'laugh them out of court'. Why should you allow something which happened in infancy to continue to affect your adult life?
b) Accept yourself as a person of worth. Esteem yourself, value yourself. Rejoice in your own uniqueness, and because you are unique, remember that you can make a contribution to life which no one else can make.
c) Constantly remind yourself that you have a great untapped potential of ability.
d) Fill up Any gaps in your general education.
e) Improve the quality of your voice and speech. Good speech Enhances personality.
Finally you will be surprised, and your friends will be surprised As They see the new emerging YOU hidden.
What Was But It Was Only to be expected!
Now I live in London and the interpreter by profession, for guess who? For the two ethnic groups that have put me in the world namely to translate Italian and Somali. Obviously I'm pleased and satisfied to know both languages, I commend myself to have learned a third.
Moral of the story? Not all evil comes to harm, I feel gratified Having taken a personal revenge, in the eyes of a Somali pride I read and esteem for me but I read in the eyes of the Italian wonder and envy.
When people ask me where I am, I say simply that I am a Somali-Italian, so roll to the middle lane, and if they play behind the other, let them do, sooner or later the "battery will discharge.
Amina : Hello, is this question so that I do, and for once I'm happy not to myself alone .... I would really like to know if among you there are people like me - born in Italy by Somali father and Italian mother, creche in Italy, Italian citizens .... But they have never truly felt that, not until the end. Why? Why are the others, the Italians "doc" not to make you feel that. To ask every time, "but you're not Italian, right?" With the question that if it has already been answered. Let me know if there are people among you who, like me, have felt "different", and have suffered tremendously for it. But today, at the age of 30, I am proud to say that I love my "diversity", which I try to understand it, you know it, I feel more and more the need to discover the other part of me, and I sure do not limited only to the latte hue of my skin and eyes as "Africans." Is there anyone among you who understand and live what I'm writing? I hope both of you, to talk about it together ...
The debate is open, waiting for your contribution, we develop the subject in depth, comprehensive, analytical and even staff if necessary. It will be part of a book we're going to write.
