I drop everyday around Kista Galeria. Neither do I like it as a shopping mall, even less as a place for lunch. However, I find the mix quite interesting. On one hand, the card-army, bluetooth headset in one ear, smartphone on the hand, constant boring work-centered conversation overall. On the other, the naturals. That massive amount of immigrants - kinda funny - who like I did, moved to Sweden in the search of a shiny new life in the full-of-opportunities to learn, work and be-happy Scandinavian society.
More than 2 years being regularly around da hood and I still cannot help gazing the women who still wear the scarf. Well-educated, sitting beside me at school; fashion and beauty conscious - even obsessed - but still sticking to their roots, to their religion, to the scarf, to Ramadan.
I don't understand why. I don't get what's the power of the scarf. So, after being stroke of seeing a girl wearing - in this fashion - my beloved, recently bought & trendy leopard-printed scarf I tried to wear it myself. Just for fun, to see what happens.
I felt uncomfortable at the beginning but, then started to realize the power of hiding. They say that you are slave of your words but owner of your silence and it's just maybe that, combined with the tendency of sticking to something that all of us have.
However, my concern goes further from the surface, drowning in the perturbing question about the future: What will come out of such a fast-growing group whom, despite being merged in a completely forward-thinking and equalitarian society, sticks to its traditions and probably to tremendously old-fashioned social roles too?
Well... Let's play some Manu Chao - in Spanish ;P, anyway.
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