No, corrector, it’s not the English word for difference. Not necessarily the French one. You should know Derrida’s way of seeing the word and the world. ‘At the heart of existence is not “essence” but différance’.
Différance means the differences between house and home, between man and gent, between sheep and mouton.
A reality turnover, not simply a different spelling. It’s another meaning, almost opposite. This is what Derrida meant by ‘differance’. Enough with the academics that make you lose the ‘will to live’ (copyright for Paul’s expression). Goofy chapter of Derrida’s theory.
This is half-picture of the geographic globe: Europe, Asia and Africa. Meaning, Romania, Turkey, China, India and Egypt. Meeting point: Regent’s Street, London. Postcode: hell of a master degree. In diplomatic terms, some of us should at least be civilised to each other. In practical terms, we bonded, diplomatically of course, with Pizza Hut and awful wine and a Nick Davies talk.
After the usual questions: do you worship cows, do you always steal money, do I really have to wear a veil, Delhi rapes are exaggerated, what is the ‘friendly finger’ for the chopsticks, turkey coffee should be always that sweet, you will find so many things that will set you apart! Still, the essence of the same things keep you together.
- Indian women are that powerful that can eat a hand full of spices and move mountains. People-readers. Here’s Shefali’s blog on five things you should never ask an Indian.
- Chinese women, Natalia at least, CAN play football and eat even mooore spices. Don’t ‘study like robots’ as a friend of mine warned me and they make great jokes. Usually, related to mushrooms.
- Egyptians have sparkles in their eyes when speaking about their country. Their face turn from shade to light when they’re asked about Cairo and shisha, turn into red when it comes to Mursi and then just say: God is kind. Perfect eyes.
- Turkish people are… turkish. Happy. Be happy, they keep repeating. They have all the reasons not to be so, still they simply love life. Life with turkish coffee, colours, delights and teas, Turkish breakfast and… a country to care about.
- Romanians: not gonna talk about this. I’ll just say we have a very different understanding of ‘spicy’. Don’t try more than a poweder of black pepper. Never say you like spices when you’re with a Chinese/Indian. You can DIE!
Spices would be actually the differences. But ‘différances’ are the salt and pepper as we say in Romania, curry from India, cardamon from Turkey and dukkah from Egypt. Mixed spices of the not-so-ordinary taste of life. By now, my favourite dish in London.
To be served with tolerance to the open-minded.