I am going to tell you the story of my name. My name, which is quite difficult to pronounce, has transformed over the years, changing depending on the culture or people or situation. My full name is Cariel, which could mean “she who shouts at God” in one of the translations. I was named after my grandmother, Carole, though my mother used her knowledge of Hebrew to create my name. Because of the pronunciation difficulties, most people call me Ari, which is a nickname I started using in high school. My friends generally call me Ari, while my family, teachers, and work associates call me Cariel.
I am a senior at Gallatin, with a minor in Spanish, and I’m delighted to be spending four months in Buenos Aires, Argentina. My concentration is titled ‘The Politics of Performance’ and it concentrates in anthropology, politics, and performance studies. I am interested in the cultural and political influences that fuel and result from different types of performances. I am specifically focused on protest performances, such as Occupy Wall Street or the artistic resistance during the Argentine Dirty War. At NYU: BA, I plan to take Comparative Latin American Literature, La Lengua de Buenos Aires, Myths, Icons, and Invented Traditions, and Culture, Identity, and Politics in Latin America. While I’m there, I’d love to become more fluent in Spanish and become a little more involved in local culture.
Now that you know a little about me, let me tell you a wonderful word.
fernweh: (n. German
) wanderlust; a strong desire for or impulse to wander or travel and explore the world; being homesick for a place you’ve never been; lit. “an ache for distant places
I was born in Boston, but moved to Western Massachusetts when I was young, near the Five College area. But I never stayed in one place for too long, spending months in South America and Europe as a child. This semester will actually be a return trip for me, as I spent the Spring semester of 2013 at NYU Buenos Aires. I am returning to Buenos Aires because of my deep love and connection to Argentina, which is coupled with a longing for travel. I am actually a dual citizen of Argentina, as my father was born and lived in Buenos Aires, and I have family there. When I left Argentina last year, I felt as though I was leaving something unfinished. I’m not quite sure why I felt incomplete, but I’m ready to go back and find out!
Traveling has always been a large part of my life, and I have just returned from two weeks abroad in Shanghai, China, which was a very odd and wonderful experience! For one of the first times, I felt like I had no cultural footing to stand on—even crossing the street was difficult! I don’t speak a word of Chinese, but even so my experience in Shanghai was fun and memorable. I returned to NYC on the 17th of January, and I leave for Argentina in February. Right now, with a giant snowstorm blasting outside my window, I am very excited for the heat and adventure of South America.
(Picture is of my friend and me in the Bund, in Shanghai)
Definition of fernweh taken from http://wordstuck.co.vu/post/69350358780