Djembe - Concordia College
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A Venetian Victory<br />
In every direction I see masses of bodies<br />
moving about and large suitcases with foreign<br />
markings rolling around carousels; it must be a<br />
display for a multinational store promoting used travel<br />
baggage. This illustration is quite obviously an airport,<br />
but in this instance one significant detail is the lack<br />
of English being spoken or used in any form. Instead,<br />
German dialects are pervasive among the many people<br />
and advertisements. Fitting, since this particular airport<br />
is located in Munich, one of Germany’s largest cities.<br />
Leaving North America for the first time is clearly<br />
having profound effects on my point of view.<br />
***<br />
I was in Germany for only one day while my tour bus was making its way steadfastly to<br />
Italy. The bus passengers consisted of my high school band members; it was spring break and we<br />
had crossed the pond to perform at various churches and parks across Europe. New experiences<br />
materialized quite literally around every corner for me and my friends: gondola taxi services, openair<br />
markets, and street vendors with every possible European trinket available for sale. I was a shy<br />
traveler but incredibly determined to not identify with the groups I had come to know as American<br />
tourists. The American tourist stereotype, in my mind, meant to be grossly large, ignorant of other<br />
cultures, and above all, to possess a rotund superiority complex over other peoples. After all, look<br />
at America! It is truly the land of success and every nation should follow suit because everything<br />
we do is perfect and righteous and necessary for the advancement of the world! This idea is exactly<br />
what I was intent on destroying during my week of European immersion.<br />
Unfortunately, as we entered the Italian city of Florence, I was thrown into the stereotypical<br />
position that Americans assume when they enter large, historical cities. I was enveloped into an<br />
amoeba of sightseers gawking at a large golden door or an overtly gigantic basilica–admittedly<br />
Brunelleschi’s finest creation, to be sure. This amoeba followed me around the city for nearly two<br />
hours, each individual within it straining to hear the guide sputter facts in their direction. Every<br />
now and then someone would muster up the nerve to whisper a complaint to a partner. “Why<br />
doesn’t he speak better English?” or “can you understand anything he’s saying?” were two phrases<br />
I remember without particular fondness.<br />
This was not the trip I had been looking forward to for several months. This was a<br />
mockery, a true testament to the minute cultural threshold some Americans maintain. It was<br />
unfortunate to affirm that some traveling Americans rapidly and happily lock themselves into<br />
stereotypes: t-shirts and shorts, camera flaunted in hand, and unnecessary quantities of food. I<br />
must admit that I contributed to the last stereotype after several hours of sightseeing and stomach<br />
grumbling.<br />
Matthew Gantz<br />
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