Geography impacts a large part, but not fully. Southeast Asia is not connected by land, it’s isolated from each other by oceans and other geographical landmarks. Separation means that ideas can’t easily be spread from one another, different areas will have different beliefs and other areas will never know or hear ban out them because of the separation. Such as the neck stretching is only in one part , while another part of the southeast chisels their teeth into spikes. Though there is the westernization slowly coming, which can be shown by their fashion and games based off those on the western side of the world. So some traits are ridding of the diversity in Southeast Asia. Such as with fashion most people have stopped wearing cultural clothing and have begun to wear modernized clothes, and gamers based off of soccer and croquet. most of their diversity is what they’ve had and their isolation lets them keep, but modernization is slowly taking over.
I’ve been dropped on a corner in the middle of Iraq. I take in my surroundings and notice that it isn’t as harmful or dangerous as my eyes were prepared to see. The streets arent as clean, they don’t resemble the streets in my home country, but they don’t seem dangerous at all. I see well dressed people walking down the streets enjoying themselves, nothing exciting that catches my eye seems to be in my presence, though of course the different lifestyle interests me. Noting seems to be troubling or violent, it’s all peaceful in my vision, and all very much like what would seem like a normal day in Iraq.
Music can help with revolutions for many reasons. They can be songs that seem happy, but if you don’t know the language, they may actually be singing about coming to attack someone, such as in the song we listened to yesterday. Music can also tells stories that inspire people to do things. Songs can be a motivational Guelph to people that are about to give up. Music can also tell stories of the past, and people can relate to them, and music can help people get. Their ideas out.
Pollution has always been a problem, with the climate changes and the pollution that humans give off with cars and boats and other vehicles, and dropping things in the water and littering the ground.. It’s a very large problem because tis affecting the ozone. In Africa people don’t have the proper way to keep their environment clean, so their enviroment can polluted more easily, which can lead to diseases and problems.
I raised my brow in confusion and held out a hand to my papa’s face. I felt the moist droplets taste had already formed. My heart slowly sinking in realization, feeling my own tears starting to form as I looked over at my father, who’s face look angered. He grabbed my arm tightly, I didn’t say anything, jut slowly tilted my head in question. We were going to America, weren’t we? We were going to live a new life in peace and harmony, my mind calming at the thought of it. My ear jumped as my papa choked out a sob, and my father shook in rage. My knees were no longer locked, and my legs his the ground as I let out a soft whine. Just as I had feared, we weren’t allowed to be here, the country of the free, took away our freedom before we even got in. I clenched my teeth as I smelled the faint smell of my tears slowly forming on my face.
Waiting on the bench, hopefulness in my eyes,
a frown infront of me, my lips went downward,
lifting out a hand,
wet, wet tears cime into contact on my cold hand.
The man shook his head, my heart slowly falling.
the other man approached and grabbed my arm,
it was a firm, angered grip,
I tilted my head in question, hoping for something positive.
His head shook, a sob rang into my ear.
I fell to the ground, shaking in my boots,
where was the freedom we came for?
i had no idea of what we were to do now,
my fathers, and I.