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Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Flujo

Flujo: (n) Flow "floo-ho"

As we speak, my host brother and an unknown number of mysterious people are behind the cloaked, closed doors of the formal living room practicing what I'm assuming is "Zen Flow." This is the first time I've ever seen him bring friends over, let alone heard him shouting commands over blasting, euphoric music (it all seems like an acid trip to me) immediately followed by pristine silence. Apparently he's been studying this practice for a few years, as a student of psychology, and he completely disapproves of religion and prefers this instead, something I originally feared involved sacrificial lambs, dancing around fire, and war paint. I have yet to talk to him about it (he's very friendly and normal,  you wouldn't be able to guess what his hobbies are by looking at him. I even showed him Zappos.com last night and it was as if I'd handed over the map to the Holy Grail) and get the true facts because he is still in there...meditating for God knows how long, but what I can gather from his mother, he takes it very seriously and I shouldn't joke about it...so I apologize now for anything I may say about it later...
Anyways, my classes are slowly getting started, with the strike still going, tear gas still being pummeled into buses and students protesting outside of "Casa Central," or the main campus building of my university, I'm not entirely sure when my normal, non- "gringo" classes will start. For now we've been offered select classes that are held at Casa Central through a secret side entrance (yes, it's all very esoteric and I'm not sure the Católica students would be happy about it...). We received an email about an hour ago saying that all of our classes would be held at an elementary school elsewhere in the city from now on...so I guess the protestors found out or our program fears more of us will be tear gassed (no, thankfully this did not happen to me). I'm taking "Juegos Mapuches' in the morning, which is a class solely devoted to the sports of the indigenous Mapuche people. I'm told the main sport is somewhat like hockey and recently the Chilean government has invested a lot of money in recognizing it and organizing Championship games.
My host mother just asked me if I take any "injections".... (I think she means of vitamins, etc.) so now I'm off to continue learning about all the other weird things going on in my house...

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