September 18: Who is saying: "We are still missing money to see a penny ?". Because to me this sentence, obviously referring to myself in recent weeks reminds me of like a refrain. It is the corollary, justification, the caption to my moments of frustration academic.
Before arriving in this country, I imagined I research different: I already saw in the land without prior remote village, greeted by choruses and dances, armed to the teeth with notebooks and tape recorders, ready to catch the slightest rustle of events . I thought I could forget about the shape of the ante, I thought, finally, to be able to devote myself to my work without having to occupy the other. Evidently, even though I'm not surprised all the way, was wrong. Instead ...
Before beginning my research, for example, I have to worry about buying tons of batteries. So then I do not stay without right in the middle of recording a litany that unrepeatable. Before beginning my research, I have to worry about how to find a way to get where I gotta go. Because here there are no cars or people in high places that rent offer me a ride. And also, before you take care of my research, I try to make me someone I suggest someone else who can accompany me to find that someone who will help me do the research. And, if this someone let yourself be enchanted by such high-sounding as fake speeches, before embarking on my research I have to make sure I have in my pocket a little 'grain to oil the hoarseness of his uvula. Why, of course, is that people do not just fight as to say its in my research. And I must not forget to dress properly before embarking on my research, because even if the interview is done in village in the middle of the jungle to get there and you walked half an hour under the sun, it is important to maintain a 'organized and professional appearance, or else, that you have credibility? And also, before embarking on my research, I maybe take off the habit of gesticulating much and especially to point the finger, a gesture which I do regularly when I want to emphasize a demand, since this is considered bad manners. And always before starting my research, I must not forget that you have in your pocket, prepared with care, so many beautiful questionnaires, tailored to the circumstances and the audience, because maybe that guy you've persecuted by phone throughout the week you meet him while he is shopping at the market, or even, finally tired of hear him play, he decides to answer the phone, and then says: "O see you immediately or never! "and then, if you're not prepared properly your research, you have missed an opportunity to those that do not recur again. And a little 'devotion, before embarking on my research, do not spoil anything, as here, to pull the strings, there is always a servant of God, who first give you a hand, he wants to make sure that you received all the sacraments.
Thus, in this immensity my thought drowns
... Well, to me, to do the research, the Institutional-type high-sounding, I lack a little 'pieces. In addition to the accessories mentioned above, I would like to have an SUV and a pith helmet. Then, a cure pretty strong against the "Stockholm syndrome". Finally, I look a bit ' more authoritarian, perhaps even work well on the air really unlucky, thick glasses, the r dull, this attitude a bit 'more squeamish, the kind that make you square the people down. And maybe a bit 'over fear, because if I had, I would stay among the skirts of the institution, rather than being always vomited out, in all situations to be invented and where I find myself almost alone in believing. If I had more concerns, and seek more protection for trade, maybe even find more institutional support. Instead I find myself here on the ground, and I think, architect, projects and organize. And, to a certain point, so good. Notebooks regurgitant information. Ribbons of fresh and fresh evidence to come in a language that nobody understands. Until this professor's advice that: "In community, you should always go for someone's hand!" did not become a threat: "If you do not know anyone , will not be able to continue your work ! ". Where, where is my Ogotemmeli? Where are the crowds of informants and interpreters of my textbooks? Where are the institutions?
Here, these are the two pennies that I miss, I always missed to appear a penny! Having the right keys, the presentations that bring in awe, the magic words open the doors. Here as elsewhere, the logic is always the same: if you do not send anybody, nobody will notice when you arrive.
So I step back and change strategy. By exercising the newly acquired biblical virtues of patience, something to be contacted by the parish communities zafimaniry, who offered to accompany me and guests. Of course, the alternative would be to go with tour guides. But you tell me how do I get information sincere and wanting even critical, if that makes you an interpreter has all its interests at stake? Discard the thirty or so tour guides, including abusive and officers, rejected the regional secretary of the Ministry of Culture, which after the usual refrain of presentations, obviously mistaking my request, he looked surprised from behind his glasses and said: " I would be happy to take her, but you see, here I am alone to take care of everything (!) and then, I have not even a car. What would you say if I recommend a guide friend of mine? Other people, not that I know "The parish priest Father aspect Max, in fact. A real boon, one might say. But the father in question, including his lost sheep mica live there. The visit, from time to time. So, I expect the call arrives. For ten days. Needed a break before embarking on my research.
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