Family Time

Filip Carnogursky - Brazil


February 6, 2018

My host father has 13 siblings. Most of them live with their whole families on our afforested street bearing their family name. Addressing them as a Tio [uncle] and a Tia [aunt] does not only sound familiar but works perfectly to dwarf my incompetence of remembering their names; at least at times when they do not concentrate in big numbers. However, as you will see in my pictures, this happens rarely. And so, to the names of the siblings, were soon added names of their spouses, children, children’s spouses, children’s boyfriends, children’s girlfriends, children’s children, grandma, grandpa, great father, great mother, great great grandfather, great great grandmother,  great great great… a great list of names.

 

One day, after we came home from 60th birthday celebration of my Tia (later I figured out her name is Edite), I got sick of this ongoing struggle. I asked my host-father for a help. I sketched a family tree with all the names, as we were together scrutinizing faces from a big family album, hastily passing through the typical naked baby photos. I wanted to learn them by heart, but my mind has not the capacity to remember the number of names approximating infinity. Therefore, I resolved to take a picture of it, since I always walk around with my little gringo camera. Like this, during every family gathering, I would be able to quickly swipe through my photos and revise the names.

 

Things got better. As I became less anxious, I could finally enjoy the abundant family time to the fullest. Their fervent shaking of hands. Their warm kisses on chicks. Their jokes I always get very late (maybe I should use my camera and take an audio and analyze them later). Whether the gathering is due to Christmas, birthday celebration, or a Boi de Mamão rehearsal, filled with joy, dance, music and tasty food or due to a commemoration of a passed away family member, filled with grief, there is always a feeling of connection, belonging and family.

 

It is obvious I am not one of them… (Here I intended to come up with a list of examples of how we obviously differ in order to convey my message, but it is honestly tough to find them! They are Brazilians of all hair and eyes colours, skin tones and heights. So I had to dig a bit deeper) My name is Filip, they are used to Felipe or Filipe. I speak differently. I wear short swimming suit shorts, they wear long ones. However, the comfortable feeling of belonging is incredibly strong; even without taking into account that they repeatedly tell me I am a part of the family. It is magical. It is hard to comprehend, I know. A complete stranger from a country 11 000 km away comes here and claims to feel like a part of a local family. The pictures will help to explain.

 

A rehearsal of a folkloric theatre ‘Boi de Mamão’ in a historic house where the family was raised and reunites until up to date.

 

Christmas. The whole family meets at lunchtime, eating freshly caught fried fish with a typical side dish made of manioc. After we finish eating, we clean and then play volleyball, dodgeball, cards and enjoy each other’s presence. In about three hours, when the ‘snack’ is ready, we relish homemade coffee and typical Brazilian cakes, such as the carrot cake iced with chocolate. We stay talking until late night.

 

 


The tastiest lunch and my Tio Felipe.

 

Makeshift but fun volleyball!

 

Games, games, games..

 

and games!

 

                                                    

First, the coffee beans were collected from the garden, then roasted and at last smashed as above. And then, finally ready to be served, accompanied by a strong natural coffee odour.

 

 

Brazilian Barbecue. The main dish is baked beef and sausages served directly from the brick oven, eaten with baked garlic bread.

 

 

Resting time, of course together.

 

Entendeu? Do you know what I mean by the family feeling now? 🙂

 

 

Filip Carnogursky