It is Monday morning and well past the Sunday mid night deadline given to me by David, our "supreme guide", and the WPI executive director, to write this blog. See, for days on end I have been agonizing about what to write about my stay in the US so far-not because there is nothing to write home about but because there are so many titillating topics to chose from. Initially, I wanted to write about the US and its unusual consumer behavior or the warm reception accorded to us by the residents of Ely on a bitingly cold summer last week.
Many Americans are rightfully mystified and concerned by nostalgia for communism, especially when they learn there are those who miss the Soviet Union not only among radicals in Putin’s Russia – but also in my home country of Ukraine. Americans saw the dark truth behind the Soviet Union, the oppressive single party, starvation, mass deportation and genocide – but they did not see how the USSR presented itself to the majority of its own citizens.
The quaint little town of Ely north of Minnesota past the grey waters of Lake Superior, comes as a neat surprise all wrapped in lush green on a rainy evening late August. Our six-hour long first road trip in the United States with pit-stops at Highway 61 and Dylan playing in the car’s stereo, the much-debated lunch at Subway, at Finland (just a moniker for a town that has actually little to do with ‘Finland’), or even climbing rocks and contemplating a twenty-dollar bet to swim in icy water all add to the curiosity that is Ely.
The circumstances and conditions under which journalist are working can widely differ. But no matter how diverse our daily routines may be, we often face similar moral questions and dilemmas. How do I deal with interview partners that demand money? Is it correct to accept a free travel offer? Can I post a photo on social media that some of my viewers and readers may find offending?
Big media companies usually have a code of conduct and clearly defined rules. But that is not always the case for smaller businesses, digital nomads or freelancers working on their own.
Tanya Gladney entered our classroom with a big smile on her face advising all the WPI students that she had asthma and would probably cough a lot during her lecture. I was anxious about our first class regarding Policing and Race Relations, because we face the same social and race issues in Brazil, especially in my hometown Rio de Janeiro.
The fraught relationship between police and the African American community in the United States played out on television screens across the world, as riots broke out in many states in response to a spate of deaths of black men at the hands of law enforcement.
I was sitting by the Mississippi river the other day at the sunset and was enjoying the evening breeze. Though it was my first time visiting Mississippi and Minnesota, the name Mississippi started reminding of my child hood.