culture differences
Apr. 21st, 2015 03:14 pmRead King Rat, and am all kinds of fascinated. Not very horrified, though.
I suppose the thing is that how these men are living isn't so different, down to diet and space, from how millions of Asians do live, anyway, and so a lot of the details that I can tell are supposed to make the (European or American) reader nauseous I'm just clocking as normal for a certain level of poverty. Honestly. They get three meals a day and sometimes they get bananas or coconuts or even an egg to put in their rice. And then get to bathe every day and don't work, and sure there's very little medicine but so what? That's a good life, that is; most beggars in India would jump at that, to say nothing of prisoners and of the men women and children stuck in camps in Naxal country. Hell, never mind the very poor, they're getting four ounces of rice per man per day; now a little over thirty-five ounces of rice makes one kilogram, and I can make one kilo rice last about two months eating it twice a day, and I'm well-off. Firangs, I say. Can't do without meat.
Also, holy hell, Peter Marlowe. Dearrr man, touch homophobic.
ETA: I'm not denying that being held prisoner for years on ends takes a vast and unimaginable psychological toll, and that bitching about food etc is easier than acknowledging said toll. But somewhere that falls through for me cause to me the living conditions don't look very bad.
I suppose the thing is that how these men are living isn't so different, down to diet and space, from how millions of Asians do live, anyway, and so a lot of the details that I can tell are supposed to make the (European or American) reader nauseous I'm just clocking as normal for a certain level of poverty. Honestly. They get three meals a day and sometimes they get bananas or coconuts or even an egg to put in their rice. And then get to bathe every day and don't work, and sure there's very little medicine but so what? That's a good life, that is; most beggars in India would jump at that, to say nothing of prisoners and of the men women and children stuck in camps in Naxal country. Hell, never mind the very poor, they're getting four ounces of rice per man per day; now a little over thirty-five ounces of rice makes one kilogram, and I can make one kilo rice last about two months eating it twice a day, and I'm well-off. Firangs, I say. Can't do without meat.
Also, holy hell, Peter Marlowe. Dearrr man, touch homophobic.
ETA: I'm not denying that being held prisoner for years on ends takes a vast and unimaginable psychological toll, and that bitching about food etc is easier than acknowledging said toll. But somewhere that falls through for me cause to me the living conditions don't look very bad.