Well, it turns out that France is just like America. In America we have people who claim to be Texan, not American. Here in France there are the same things. Each region even has a dialect that other regions can't understand. In the North, where I live, the people and dialect are called Ch'ti. Unfortunately, this isn't the most cultured or diverse region of France. It reminds me of the time I went to Florida to visit a friend. I told him how surprised I was to see so many huge trucks. I said, "I thought there were only old people and bikini babes in Florida." He told me that in fact most of the people in Florida were rednecks. Shocking.
Same thing here in Ch'ti country. They are the rednecks of France. Just two hours south of here, I can find a Parisian who looks a little like my completely politically incorrect generalization of a caricature of a Frenchman, but here in the North the people look like they just walked out of Sunny Meadows Trailer Court. They are more likely to vote for the fascist, racist political candidates (The National Front) and tell dirty jokes to their priest than they are to smoke Virginia Slims and talk about Existentialism. So, on Sunday, when my son was being dedicated at the church (a sort of dry infant baptism for anabaptists) and the Pastor held him up and said, "Now you're a Ch'ti, a real Ch'ti!!" my son started crying.
I've never been more proud in my life.
1 comments:
Hey Mike, Congrats! Sounds like things are going well. It is very cool to read about your experiences and the dedication of Noah.
God Bless!
BJ
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