Actions
speak louder than words |
Experts
estimate there are somewhere between three
and seven
thousand spoken
languages around the world. Friends often ask: "How can you travel in a country where you don't speak their
language?" In the beginning I asked myself the same question as I
approached each new adventure with some trepidation. Over the years I have come
to realize just how little of our important basic communication is handled by
spoken words. In fact, language sometimes interferes with understanding. In many situations words are more easily misunderstood or
misinterpreted than more basic means of
communication such as
gesture,
situation,
body
language, attire,
facial
expression and
tone of voice,
inflections,
demeanor, reference to
maps, etc. The study of
non-verbal
communications has received a great deal of attention by the
international commerce communities. There is even a
dictionary
devoted to body language.
Common
sense is
mostly culture independent: no one asks you what size shoes you wear when
you sit down in a restaurant thinking you might be there shopping for
shoes! Cross cultural communications does have its moments of humor. |
...with a questioning expression... |
In a restaurant mumbling a few foreign words
unintelligible to the waiter and pointing to
another diner's plate invariably gets you an order of the same dish. Once in Dar
es Salam feeling a bit devilish I did just that. After establishing that no one spoke a word of
English I rose from my seat quickly surveying the other tables and finally
spotting something that looked like real food I announced with conviction
to my attentive waiter "Mumbo Jumbo! Yellow Bird wants to eat good food. O.K?" He
smiled, nodded and hurried off to get me a duplicate of the dish to which I had pointed. To be fair, he probably did understand the "O.K?" part. |
Everyone
knows the function of a map. |
Arriving by bush-taxi in the
outskirts Dakar I dashed away from the ever present hustlers at the drop off
point in a direction I guessed might be toward the center of the city.
After walking a half hour I finally admitted to myself being lost.
Eventually I came upon a cluster of people who seemed to be waiting for
something. Greeting the group with the few words of French at my command I
pulled out my map of Senegal. First pointing to Dakar on the map and then tracing a big circle around the city,
I laid the palm of my hand over my chest and then moved the index finger
down to the center of the circle
and then at various points around the imaginary circle with a questioning
expression. A brief animated discussion among several of the curious
bystanders ensued as several people began giving me excited directions. In
only a few seconds a consensus emerged as several people gestured in the
same general direction. I could tell a debate about the "best"
way to get to my presumed destination motivated most of the activity, but
I already had what I needed: a compass heading! An hour and a half later I
again found myself lost, but clearly in the vicinity of city center. This
time a well dressed gentleman did speak English and insisted on walking
several blocks toward my destination until we could actually see the
hotels he had recommended. |
American?
How on earth did he guess? |
My First World origins often
speak volumes to people I encounter in the Third World, announcing my
likely interests and needs even before I have a chance to say a word. More times
than I can count someone has asked: "American?" I have never
gotten over the surprise of being so quickly identified. I do nothing that
would mistakenly identify me as a "rich American." On several occasions
I've asked people how they so easily knew my nationality. "Your
clothes," or "your shoes," or "your hair," and by
implication, "your ethnicity." As far as I can tell my clothes
differ little from those worn by many of the cultured indigenous or most
other white Europeans. A careful interrogation usually reveals that it is
the whole gestalt, the demeanor, the way we walk, the air of confidence
commonly seen in American travelers that makes us so easy to spot.
In any
of the poorer parts of Africa I visited, people commonly volunteered
solutions to my unspoken needs. My mere presence in their country told them I would need the best that
their restricted economy had to offer, and that being a "rich" American I
could afford to pay for it!.
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When I reached east Africa I eventually
discovered a gesture which unambiguously expresses sincere compassion. Often
used in response to requests for assistance, the right hand over the heart
in connection with felt sympathy never failed to create an instant rapport
and facial expressions of understanding and acceptance. |
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There definitely is a typical American
stereotype: loud, demanding, gum chewing, baseball cap, shorts, and
flashing money. Unfortunately, just enough Americans fit this description
to reinforce the stereotype, even though few of us behave so
thoughtlessly. In Africa any American is assumed to have plenty of money
to flash, if they choose not to do so. The reality is that any middle
income American is indeed quite "rich" by local standards. Read
what others have to say about the Ugly American stereotype
and some actual Ugly American
Stories.
Being in Africa the subject of animal
predation comes frequently to mind and long forgotten "fang and
claw" episodes of various African "true life adventure"
films sprang into my consciousness. The filmed hunt of a lion pride instantly
suggests ways to
avoid becoming the prey of human "hunters." The silent
language
of human predation is rarely discussed by travelers and exaggerated
warnings of
danger
ignore the universal realities found even in urban jungles of the
developed world.
Fred Bellomy
30 January 2002
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