My parents are Salvadorian, a small central american country, which for the most part, is plagued by violence. Violence that forced my mom to seek refuge from civil war and forces many today to seek refuge from gang warfare.
We obviously find little value in that past, but we do value what little positive culture we have. We don't go to any festivals or events of that nature, but I know where I come from.
I enjoy Salvadorian dishes, in particular pupusas, a thick tortilla with a meat or cheese filling, among others. I also support our sub-par national soccer team.
I must admit, the way I dress, talk, do my hair, and the music I listen to is completely westernized, my hobby is american adopted as well, straying away from the traditional soccer and picking up skateboarding.
Cultural diffusion is inevitable, from taco trucks in America, to McDonald's in Mexico. There is nothing wrong with this picture. In terms of a middle ground, the majority of people in this country from a back-round being non-american, with non American parents are living this reality. A logical blend of foreign customs and american customs.
Photo Courtesy:http://from-ashes-we-rise.tumblr.com/post/28889571927/imagesofwar-salvadoran-civil-war-guerra-civil
http://discover-centralamerica.blogspot.com/2011/11/salvadoran-pupusas.html
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