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  • "The Dimension of Social Freedom" was the theme for a cousin's homework developed from a magazine report about photo sessions with homeless and illiterate people in the streets, some years ago. On the topic, their alternative vision of time, common space and communication codes.

    I helped my 14 years old cousin. Once again I ended up doing the whole work for him to copy it as being his.

    I tried to explain how these people create restrict codes to share their innermost, keeping safe from the society repressive and exclusionary patterns. They make new readings of recognized social models and rules' outlines to re-draw their reality, based in almost purely subjective perceptions and expressions ... These people's new identities are unaffordable for too long when faced to the prevailing literacy and some shutdown of closer cultural environment, for the possible "senselessness" on reading literate social patterns. Literary world is created for polishing the differences among people to make life easier (well, not for those excluded street and illiterate people...).

    I wrote that street life is a parallel world with contacting points to the conventions of literate universe. The parallel reality is the place for excluded people to wear something they believe is each one's personal expression, showing themselves in to unusual or extreme communication paths, looking for the feeling of safety from the rigid society models... They acquire new body, vocabulary and clothing languages, as encoded and unaccessible for muff literate observers as our codes are for them.

    I know I did it for myself, and not for my cousin. His mother, I don't know if she had wondered about this work, even when he said that she tried to help him. His teacher seemed not to care that someone did the homework for him, in spite of all the clues I could have left in it. She musr have known that she was out of place giving her Philosophy classes that way, pretending to be satisfied with "my cousin's" work, while he didn't get a word he assumed as his own.

    We're not that different from excluded people... I did the work with an "unexplainable" ability on a hard theme for healthy-and-wealthy-and-bad-student teenagers (as my cousin). I exposed him with his own lie, both of us trying to express ourselves "beautifully" for other's appreciation - but in opposite conditions. My reasons were other as well. I hope his teacher had got it.

    She seemed not to care of where the ideas came from. School classes have been the common space for lies, false roles and empty rules that can't contain the essence of real people's mind. In the street, clowns, mimics and crazy street inhabitants laugh at us of the rules which affect us ridiculously. But where I was, I shut up. I was not a threat and not even a voice or face. I was my own mirror to laugh alone - accessible and accepting. Lies everywhere "lock us" hidden at home.

    (Photo: Blog "Terra Sem Lei" - Rock in Rua at
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