Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Translation of a Chinese blog: After watching Harry Porter 7 the final

[This is a blog published on Chinese "Facebook": Xiaonei.com. Just to make fun of Ph.D. study. Don't take it seriously. I guess the author must be a Ph.D. candidate in the States, by the way...]

刚看了hp7,深刻的觉得Severus Snape教授是个很有教育意义的人,在他的朋友们都大学毕业然后结婚生子过小日子的时候,被Dumbledore教授忽悠读了博士,还留校做教授。不但陷入了Dumbledore教授和Dumbledore死对头Voldemort教授这两位大牛的学术斗争,夹在中间不停的受虐,最倒霉催的更是要看着自己恋人的孩子跑来跑去,而自己临死还只是个小处男。在失去Dumbledore教授的保护后,由于被怀疑抢了Voldemort教授的科研成果,做了一辈子孙子的Severus Snape教授最后很无厘头地被Voldemort教授给冤杀了,最后只留下几滴眼泪给Harry Potter同学,向他展示了一个真正猥琐男波澜壮阔的一生。Harry同学看完这悲催的记忆,顿时爆发了小宇宙,把Voldemort教授给灭了,把那个代表着博士学位制度的法杖给折了,从此摧毁了万恶的博士制度,抱着美女快乐的生活去了。这个故事深刻的告诉我们,把有限的经历花在虚无缥缈的科学(魔法)研究上是件很悲催的事情,强如Dumbledore和Voldemort的人是少数,而大部分人都像Severus Snape一样悲催。所以作为凡人,千万不要被骗搞什么劳什子的科学研究,最要紧的是找到自己的生活,简单而快乐的生活,哈哈哈哈哈。
Translation: I just finished watching Harry Porter 7. Severus Snape is a very educational character. After all his college classmates graduated, got married, and happily lived with their wives and kids, he was persuaded by Professor Dumbledore into applying for a Ph.D. program, and later he even became a professor at the uni himself. He was very painfully caught up and tortured in the academic competition(fight) between Professor Dumbledore and Professor Voldemort, Dumbledore's feud. He even had to face the fact that the son of the woman he loved ran all around the place in front of him. How tragic for him to die as a virgin boy. After losing the protection of Professor Dumbledore, he was suspected of plagiarized the research results from Professor Voldemort and was murdered as a loser. He left only a few drops of tears for Harry Porter showing how pitiful his life is. Seeing this pitiful memory of him, Harry Porter f**ked Professor Voldemort, destroyed the token of Ph.D. degree (the magic wand) and therefore completely destroyed the infamous Ph.D. degree system. He led a happy life with his girl ever since. The story of Harry Porter tells us that dedicating one's limited life to scientific research (the magic) is not pleasant at all. Only few genius such as Professor Dumbledore and Voldemort will succeed an academic career; most people lead a life as pitiful as Severus Snape. As a "commoner", never let the professors trick you into scientific research. The most important thing is to find your own life and live simple and happy, hahahahahaha.

Welcome to my Hebrew blog!!

Recently, out of a whim and culture shock, I started to write my first Hebrew blog with all my limited, broken, beginner's Hebrew. I feel the necessity to write more about China and Chinese people, by displaying the real, day-to-day life of a Chinese student in Israel and by clarifying all the misunderstandings and stereotypes that the Israelis may have towards China and Chinese people. In Israel, sometimes I feel like going back to the US in its 1970s and 1980s when not many Chinese people were there studying and working. The Americans might at first find all those Asian faces (classmates, colleagues, neighbors) very exotic and interesting. Later they came to know more about them and developed all kinds of stereotypes. After that they got to know more Chinese and Chinese culture and some of the stereotypes gradually disappeared, due to the increase of knowledge and mutual understanding. In Israel, in my own humble opinion, the Israelis know even less about China than their American fellows and are currently lingering on the first stage: "exotic and interesting Chinese faces".

Lots of Chinese construction workers and house maids work in Israel. Well, maybe more house maids from Philippines. The first time I watched the 2007 Israeli movie "Noodle" with all the other students in my class, I felt this invisible pain inside my chest. Chinese house maids, illegal immigrants, deported back to China, almost illiterate child, and so on. Chinese are marginalized in this society; they are poor, weak, disorganized, and lack the basic surviving abilities (such as speaking a certain amount of Hebrew or cite the local laws to protect themselves). They live in ghettos and are not united.

Surely there're a handsome number of Chinese students studying in Israel. But generally they are shy and most of them are here to learn the language (this is absurd, I mean, if you are here to learn the language, then isn't it the most important thing for you to communicate with the locals)? Unfortunately, most of the time I saw the Chinese students on campus hanging out with other Chinese like a mysterious coven. Sadly, most Chinese students are like that in any other countries. They are here to learn the language but they aren't really integrated into the culture.

Being Chinese and studying abroad, I fully understand the economic reason why they don't get assimilated into the so-called mainstream culture. Most of the Chinese students come from middle class family and it's really expensive for them to even survive in a foreign, Western, developed country. In Jerusalem everything is expensive, especially on this isolated hill top, Mount Scopus. Unless you want to walk every day from one hill top to the other hill top and buy things on Mt. of Olives (East Jerusalem), you need to think twice before spending every shekel. And needless to say, not all the local students would like to interact with Chinese students (or any international student).

I always remind myself of my purpose of studying abroad: to know more about other cultures and embrace other values. Don't carry our "Chinatown" to where we are traveling to or studying at, the "Chinatown" of everything Chinese: Chinese culture, Chinese food, Chinese way of thinking, Chinese way of behaving, and speaking Chinese 24/7.

OK, so I guess I should wrap this post up with a brief summary: promoting one culture and facilitating mutual understanding is a very slow process that may last generations. National propaganda and public relations (isn't PR an euphemism to say "propaganda"?) are needed. Meanwhile, people exchange and grassroots ambassadors are of the same importance. I would like to be a grassroots ambassador to speak for my country and my culture. I feel obliged to do so.

International America and Cosmopolitan Britain

Often I hear people say that America is a very international country because people immigrated from all over the world to settle down and contribute to the dynamics of American culture. Maybe it is true. But to me, America is clearly more of a melting pot than a mosaic. Regardless of all the dynamics in race, culture and language, they are all Americans and hold American citizenship. America is isolated by two oceans on each side and develops its own "Americaness". It is international, but it is also very American.

On the contrary, according to my own living experience in London, I feel more cosmopolitan here than when I was in the States. Thanks to European Union and Schengen System, people studying and working here come from all parts of the world and a large proportion of them don't need and don't have British citizenship. They are not obliged to be assimilated and adjusted to the British culture (even the British identity). They are, in a sense, more cosmopolitan than the newly immigrated Americans.

My own university, London School of Economics and Political Science, is a big fan of "globalization" and "cosmopolitanism", or maybe even of "postmodernity". Maybe "globalization" and "cosmopolitanism" as concepts are way too pompous and inherently hollow and meaningless, at least it shows a more innovative way to imagine people exchange, hybrid culture and identity.

After all, feeling global doesn't necessarily mean you must have physical, geographical global experience.

Travel, travel, travel

Last year I studied at London School of Economics and Political Science. London is for sure not the center (geographical or cultural) of Europe, but it's still very convenient to travel to most parts of Europe (as long as you stop at Siberia). I designed for myself a complicated yet fantastic travel route that covers most continental European countries. But in the end, due to the workload from my program and all the procrastination of one lonely traveler, I ended up covering only a few countries, including (in the order of visit) Ireland, Iceland, Italy, Greece, Czech, Netherlands, France, Turkey and Ukraine, not to mention that I also went to Israel trice during the year.

And all of these tours turned out to be a "Jewish cultural heritage search". I stopped at Rome, at Athens, at Venice, Prague, Amsterdam, Paris, Istanbul, Kiev, Lviv and Berdychiv. I looked for synagogues, remaining Jewish communities/quarters, Jewish cultural museums, even the mezuzah on the weathered doorways like wrinkles on face of the elders.

I didn't really know why I was looking for them and what I was about to do with myself. The only thing I knew was that by having a purpose, any kind, my travel was given certain meaning and significance so that I can keep on.

I'm not Jewish. I'm not intending to convert. I'm not religious. By the way, I am not a communist. Lacking the sense of belonging, I'm always wandering among, or more like squeezing between, the raptures of cultures and the marginalized world. My friends told me: do you know why you're so aimless? Because you came from a middle class family which spoiled you so that you don't even need to worry about anything. This is not true. Maybe I will attribute this "free and useless spirit" to the four-year education at Fudan University, well-known for its "free and useless soul".

I guess that's the reason why we were not meant for each other. He's living in reality yet I'm wandering, pretty nomadic, in my dream. I need to wake and and I know I will, some day, wake up very painfully. But before that, let all the experiences and inspirations fill my empty head and heart. Let me open to all the possibilities and all the voices. Let me build up the courage to embrace the new, the unfamiliar, and the unexpected.

I am staying here. I am not going anywhere. I'm waiting for the coming September. On this land there are the people I love. I'm scared. But I want to stay and be with them. If I went through all the things that they'd been through, then would I be closer to them?

Life, life, life

Last week I was verbally harassed by a dirty old man from Nordic state. Hmm, such a precious life experience for me to grow. Although I've been in a really bad mood because of his filthy language and sexual frustration, I admit that I've really learned a good lesson: how the arrogant Westerners see Asian women. Basically, they (well not all the white men of course) divide Asian women into two categories: the ones who would like to sleep with foreigners and the ones who wouldn't.

He wished I were poor, so that I could do whatever he wants. Hmm, this is a very intriguing notion in its own way. So it seems that the Asian women are cheap service providers? I don't know what happened to him when he traveled in China and learned the language. Or maybe there were plenty of Chinese girls who'd like to hook up with blonde, blue-eyed Westerners like him, which ultimately spoiled him and corrupted his taste. Unfortunately, he obviously picked the wrong girl by accosting and harassing me. Not to mention the two master degrees pending (I guess that explains I'm intelligent?), I am also an independent, confident and able woman. I'm here in Israel to study for my interest and fight for my future, not to hook up with sexually frustrated old man who sees us Asian women through colored eyes. It's such a shame.

And I also read this article on Ha'aretz that says sexual harassment in Israel is not a trivial social problem. In the article, "No less than 35% to 40% of women have experienced sexual harassment at work, a third of whom experienced it in the last 12 months. Some 40% feel the workplace is not safe, from the perspective of harassment, according to a survey by the Ministry of Industry, Trade and Labor."

So, after a whole day's study (5 hours' Hebrew intense and 5 hours' homework, review and preview), when I finally came back home from school I felt so disgusted and tired. I texted my friend, chatting about irrelevant things and hoping to get some warmth. Later he called me and said that "Peggy, you stuck in the past. You didn't move on. I wish you to be happy. I hope you'll get a new boyfriend." Hmm, what should I say?

So many unpleasant things happened during this summer. And I am working on my own for my future. No one helps me and I need no help from others. Life is revealing the cold, realistic facet to me and I need to know and bear in mind that I need to be strong, be independent because from now on I am all on my own.

He always says I am weak. Yes I may be weak when I'm relaxed and when I'm feeling that I could depend on someone like a floating boat temporarily harboring at one tranquil port. But now with all the beautiful memories gone, Jerusalem for me is empty and tough. I questioned myself: do you still want to live here, as a single Asian woman, as a Gentile, and as a weak creature?

I haven't got the answer yet. I need time to think and only time will yield the answer.

This is the 24th summer in my life. I never felt so lonely yet paradoxically so strong and determined ever. This is a good sign, at least, nachon?