Finding identity between Russia, Europe, and the world

Personal Narrative in Cultural Context

Today is a lovely fall day in Brussels. The leaves have turned to gold and red on some of the trees and those leaves float to the ground, some spinning and tumbling, painting the sidewalk with their glorious colors. The breeze has a bit of a bite to it, and some passers by do not have enough clothing for this season; but I am wearing a warm sweater, drinking hot coffee on a patio with my computer, my thoughts and recollections about culture and humanity.

I have traveled widely, including to Africa, and any thinking person who takes an interest in the wider world outside one's own cannot help but be shaken to the moral bones by the less fortunate souls in the world and the horrific conditions people are forced to live in.

As mentioned, I live in Brussels and attend Vesalius College, far away from the human disasters playing out in the horn of Africa. The genocidal mass starvation of millions of people is a subject I don't dwell on. But later when I review the news online and read the papers, I will say a silent prayer and hold a good thought for the children and mothers especially who are living in pathetic refugee camps and begging for a tiny bowl of rice that they may not get because the well-armed warlords control the food brought into Sudan by the United Nations.

Meantime, except for a few years of my life, I have been in Belgium; indeed I did attend high school in Switzerland between the ages of 16-18. I am Russian by ethnicity, but culturally I find Russia an alien place too often a place where rudeness rules and there is overpowering evidence of masculine behaviors that are out of control in too many instances. You might say one of the drugs of choice in Moscow is testosterone. Of course I am exaggerating, but I am also making a point.

Since I was raised in Europe, I am European through and through, I am a product of Western values with an understanding and appreciation of the diversity of life throughout the world. I love most places in Europe and in fact I have traveled around the world and have found joy in discovering the cultures of every continent except Australia and Asia.

I have not always been a good student scholastically, although I consider myself a student of the world and its many cultures. In high school, I had a tendency to not like classes that didn't particularly interest me. And if I didn't like a particular teacher, I would not do well in that course. However, now that I have been attending classes at Vesalius College, indeed from the first day I was there, my grades have all been A's and B's -- of which I am very proud because I work hard to succeed.

Discussion

"Culture is more often a source of conflict than of synergy. Cultural differences are a nuisance at best and often a disaster…" (Hofstede on Cultural Dimensions, ITIM International).

My grandparents live in Russia, near Moscow. I go to visit them with my parents once or twice a year, and it is always interesting, if not culturally difficult for me. In fact cultural shock is a better way of putting it. Let me explain a situation that will help reveal this problem. Two years ago I visited my grandparents and while there, some distant cousins and other relatives came to call on my grandparents. My grandfather is a retired toolmaker, a hearty soul who shows the strains of having labored hard all his life, but he is in reasonable good health. Having gone through the transition from a totalitarian society (Soviet Union) to one that is at least attempting to be democratic, he has it all, from Khrushchev to Gorbachev and now Putin and Medvedev.

About an hour and a half before my grandmother -- a kindly woman who keeps a very neat house and cooks wonderful traditional Russian meals -- was planning to put dinner on the table for the nine of us, I went for a walk with a cousin, Sergei. We stopped at an outside cafe and he ordered a drink of vodka. I had Russian tea. Sergei and his parents are from very rural Russia, and while my ability to speak Russian is fluent, my accent gives away the fact that I'm very European. He is in his early twenties, tall, in good shape, with some facial blemishes and missing a couple teeth, but otherwise a nice looking man.

I try to compensate for that accent by translating the word into English and then back to Russian, but I get laughed at. So Sergei and I are having a conversation and he mentions that the people in his cultural group in his community very much dislike the typical European woman, and in general he finds that Western women "are pretentious" and they are all "out looking for a rich American husband so they can stay home and watch soap operas and movies."

I smiled and quickly changed the subject to the architectural theme used in a building near where we sat. He went right back to his point. "You are very pretty, I see you wear provocative clothes and make-up -- is that how you will find that rich husband?" he said with no trace of kindness or joviality in his expression. "Maybe an American will attend college in Brussels and he will be attracted to you?" he went on.

"Thank you for the complement," I replied nervously, and quickly took inventory of what I was wearing (a dark blue sweater, semi-formal slacks, conservative earrings, my hair in a pony tail, a little bit of eyeliner and lipstick, a bracelet and a modest silver ring but no other jewelry) and asked him where he got his ideas for such a remark directed at me. In past visits to Russia, I have found men to be very blunt, often somewhat rude, especially to women, and here was a classic example of that kind of ignorance and indifference to others' feelings.

I wasn't sure of the right word in Russian for "provocative" so I asked him in French (he had said he studied French in high school) what he considered provocative about my attire. He didn't answer. I am a woman blessed with an attractive figure due to my exercise and healthy eating, but a conservative sweater and slacks certainly shouldn't be considered provocative. That said, I did notice Sergio glancing at my breasts from time to time, which is not unique to Russian men by any stretch of the imagination, but I connected his wandering eyes to the use of the word "provocative."

I excused myself to use the women's rest room, hoping to break the tension that Sergei was creating, and to frankly have a moment to compose myself. Maybe this was a rude Russian joke, I thought to myself. When I come back, he may say this was just a ruse to get me to open up about myself, or maybe if I totally change the subject he'll let his point drift away into the early spring air. I was being challenged and I needed to have some perspective.

I took my time coming back. I had told Sergio I had to make a phone call to my roommate in Brussels to remind her to pay the rent. While away from him, I remembered the three steps David Pinto described in dealing with differences. First of all, he emphasizes that a person needs a "double perspective" to be able to view any situation from two "different points-of-view" when a person is in an intercultural situation (Pinto, 2000, p. 170). Looking at the viewpoint from my culture juxtaposed with the viewpoint from his culture, I did come to a more calming sense of the situation. I conjectured that Sergio is basically a harmless rural redneck, with limited cultural understanding of others. Moreover, he probably watches Western TV programs like "Desperate Housewives" or reality shows like the Kardashians, among others. How else would he come up with those absurd ideas about my values and me?

Pinto asserted on page 170 that if a person truly tries to understand another individual from a radically different culture, the first person (me) might not "be irritated by that behavior" (170). Pinto goes on, when a person "from an F-system" finds people from a "C-culture" to be "ill-mannered and inhospitable," then by gathering information and being open to understanding the F-system person it is likely that C-culture individual won't irritate the F-system person as much. At least that's the theory.

So as I approached the table where Sergio was waiting (he was on the phone laughing at or with the person he was speaking with), I remembered Pinto explaining that "severe clashes between norms and values" result from neither person understanding the other's culture. That was an understatement, and for me, this wasn't the first time I've been in Russian and been put off by discourteous behaviors.

The wait person brought me a fresh pot of hot water and teabags, and I opened a small journal I had brought with me, pretending to read it and not be put off by Sergio's rambling, animated conversation across the table. Actually I had taken notes from a cultural reading I had been assigned, and Pinto's "Three Steps" were entered. Everyone sees, "perceives, and interprets everything around him from the limited perspective of his own norms and values," Pinto explains (172). That is not groundbreaking information, but he is right. Hence, each person "tends to regard his own norms and values as universal," Pinto continued, on the first step. Persons should try to "separate events from opinions," Pinto continued, and that was helpful to me in that moment.

Sergio at this point got up and walked away from the table, continuing his conversation and apparently not wanting me to hear his end of it. It was a relief to me, actually. I needed some intellectual perspective. Before I mention Pinto's second step, I do feel that I my values are universal, since I have traveled a great deal, every school I have attended except for my present college experience has been an international-American school. That doesn't make me any better than Sergio, but from what I know of him and his family, he likely has a limited view of the world, save for what he apparently witnesses in media (TV, the Web, magazines).

Pinto's second step -- getting to know the "…norms, values and behavioral codes of the other party" (176) -- hit me right where I needed to be hit. I really knew very little about Sergio's values and his lifestyle, and I had a previously established bias against Russian men, so that was an unfair way to approach a cultural interrelationship. "What is the meaning behind the 'unusual' behavior of the other party?" Pinto asks in step two. By knowing more about Sergio's life and times, I might be able to discern where he is really coming from.

The third step in Pinto's model suggests that a person suddenly thrust into a new and different culture should try to determine what the behavioral codes are, the norms and values are, and "establish the extent to which he is willing to adjust…" to the actions of the other party (197-180). Frankly I was not willing to adjust to the crude level of dialogue that Sergio offered, but I did need to know more about his life and culture before ultimate passing judgment, albeit I was greatly offended by his remarks. Still, Pinto is correct, I should let the other party know "in a timely fashion" what limits I intend to place on his behavior.

When Sergio finally got off the phone and sat down, I launched into a discussion about the climate in the Moscow area, how does it compare to where Sergio lives, I wondered. He was vaguely interested in that topic but he returned to his summation of my looks, my future, and me. Before he could go very far, I implemented Pinto's step three. "Sergio, I really don't wish to be involved in a personal discussion at this point about me or my future, but I am interested in you. We haven't talked about you and I really know nothing whatsoever about your life and your dreams for the future," I explained. He picked up the drift of my remarks (I chose Russian expressions that I could articulate competently), and he spent some time explaining his childhood, his education, his job as a night clerk in a hotel, and while it was bland, I smiled while listening because I realized I had failed to be interested in him previous to his rude remarks to me.

On page 178 of his book Pinto writes (some of the quote is his use of italics for emphasis): "When a problem arises in an intercultural situation, it is essential that a person should not react too hastily and should not ignore those aspects that are unclear. Explicitly looking for puzzling behaviour is precisely what is important." I was reacting hastily, and by querying Sergio about his life, I was looking for clues as to his puzzling behaviour.

Visual Approach and Conclusion

The faculty at Georgetown University explain on their Web site that people learn codes for every form of media, whether culturally relevant or not. There is constant "code-switching" or "hacking the visual codes around us" in order that we can "navigate and negotiate meaning" from it all. I wondered what codes Sergio's visual cultural experiences have led him to believe; so I asked him what media he enjoys, and sure enough, he watches American style TV, including reality shows, the dancing and singing contests, the Kardashians, and he "surfs the Web" and watches sports (soccer, boxing, and American football).

One of the Georgetown bullet points on Visual Culture asks: "How do these categories operate when applied to, or projected on, non-Western cultures and global cultures?" Sergio may be a case in point, and I wish now I had more time with him. The visual culture, according to Nicholas Mirzoeff, is understood as "…a tactic for studying the functions of a world addressed through pictures, images, and visualizations, rather than through texts and words" (Georgetown, p. 3). That has application to Sergio, as he admitted he doesn't read much, but enjoys media.

In conclusion, the Mission Statement presented by Vesalius College asserts that the purpose of the school is to prepare students for success "…in an increasingly diverse and international world." Moreover, the student is expected to learn to "…think rationally and independently, and to be "…free of prejudice and fanaticism, and open-minded and democratic" (Vesalius College). Through my travels and my studies, those concepts and expectations fit well into my goals and hopes for my own future. Moreover, I hope to always be patient and tolerant of the attitudes of those from other cultures, even Russians, next time I visit -- or Africa.