My name is John Roias. I can’t remember exactly when this began; but I feel like I am living in a dream. I don’t know how I got here. Last time I saw a building, a car, a Dunkin donuts, a McDonald’s, a tiled floor well…..let me just keep explaining how this came about. It was last Tuesday, and Western History class just ended. I was walking out of class and proceeded to go down the stairs to meet my friend in the quad. As I opened the two doors to leave Gage Hall I felt my feet slowly drag away from the carpet floor, the flow of my blood through my vessels felt different, my heartbeat was beating faster and faster as my breathing became harder, I couldn’t move. As much as I wanted to scream, as much as I wanted to escape…I couldn’t.
What I’m about to tell you is strange and truly unnatural. Every time I wedge my fingers into my eyes they begin to water, every time I strike myself across the face with my hand I feel the pain, every time I jump up and down my feet sink into the gravel. It is evident that no test of uncertainty will prove this wrong. This is no dream, but reality. I don’t know how I was put here, but I am convinced that I am living in a city some where located around the ancient Mediterranean. With a quick glimpse down at my toes, I noticed how old and crusty they look. My feet are not covered with my Haynes Socks I was once wearing. I am now wearing, a long square-rectangular linen sheet that is draped around my body. As I look around I see similar wardrobe. Men are also dressed in these rectangular linen dresses. Women are dressed in similar outfits however they have sleeves that are fastened with buckles.
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As of right now I don’t know what I’m going to do. All I have is my bag pack and this notepad. I know I am not going to understand anyone. This will be a challenge to overcome. Especially the food around here. Everything is wheat, olives, fish, vines and grapes! I think it’s because everybody lives near the sea and it’s so dry and desiccated that these are the only choice of foods.
It’s bright and early. The sun is out, the wind is steadily blowing and everybody is working hard in this scorching heat. Across from the court yard I see five men working in the farm. With their calloused hands gripped to stone like shovel they began to slowly turn the dirt over. After each rotation of the shovel, there was a certain willpower they had for life that was unknown to me. Every dirt pile that was flanged to the side and every dirt hole that was filled and stomped on made me feel hopeful and humble. Seeing these people work in this scorching heat with no breaks, made me appreciate the life my parents had created for me. That means food on the table and a proper place to sleep every night. The way they constantly bent down and dug their swollen fingers into the ground without showing any occurrence of pain, I knew there was a purpose for everything. It was simple. These men did what ever they could to survive. Their body language and facial expressions convey a strong message that I could only relate to loss, bereavement, discomfort, and helplessness. I know for a fact they were forced to be here. The people who were working in the farms, aqueduct systems, roads and houses, they all look like they come from a certain tribe.
As I walked closer to the court yard and around the mud brick house I noticed two men working on a tall wall to keep burglars away. I took three steps back, and took a fleeting look back into the courtyard and noticed three girls playing tag. Some girls who were closer to the farms were weaving and sculpting. I noticed a huge comparison. In this society that I have been brought upon there are different class groups, the rich and poor. It is evident that the slaves and poor people of this society live more near the sea. The girls that were running around in the court yard derive from rich families. These children were wearing a long white dress made from expensive material.
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I now had made my way up the hill to a local market and where everybody is gathered together. In other terms I heard “polis” being passed around. As I entered the market I felt intimated by the look on everyone’s face. Back in elementary school I remember my teachers lecturing me about the importance of law. I remember her telling me that in ancient times if you steal something they will cut your hand off or throw you in prison. I was not looking for trouble. The smell coming from the dead fish that lay in the corner of the room, mixed with the smell of mashed olives made me want to vomit. As much as I wanted to I held it in. I didn’t want anyone to feel disrespected.
I bought some blue fish, and some red seedless grapes. The man gave me the price and inexpertly I understood what he was saying. His name was Antonius. This man was dressed in the most expensive material I have seen thus far and wearing the most ostentatious bracelets. It is apparent that this is man is one of the wealthiest men around this polis. I started to have a conversation with him, and I couldn’t believe the language that I was speaking.
I asked him where I was. Antonius sarcastically said “with the gods of course! No you foolish young man, we are living in the best city-state that will ever exist, Greece!” As he kept talking I was getting more overwhelmed and surprised. Later I found out that, Antonius is my father. We own three farms, and fifteen slaves.
While walking out of the market I started to shake. I felt my feet slowly drag against the gravel, the flow of my blood through my vessels felt different again, my skin felt inflamed, and my heartbeat was beating faster and I started to breathe harder. I whipped open the doors to only see my friend waiting for me in the quad. He said “what took you song long?” I replied “it’s a long story.”
Today I spent the day being Agathon‘s tour guide. But first let me tell you how we met. Agathon and I met through a scroll (letters) that I found in a bottle in the waters of Oakland Beach. The note was written in Greek. For two years we would send scrolls to eachother hoping they would sway through the right wave currents. In his letters Agathon always told me that he wanted to live in a culture that is very diverse from his own.
Odyssey A man named Odysseus was on his way to capture City of Troy. He kissed his wife and hugged her in his most love kind of way because of him leaving. He told her that if he was not to come before his son had become at the age of a man than that she, his wife, should get married again. When he was leaving, his child was just born. He hugged his mom and told her not to worry. He looked at his ...
The first letter I found in the bottle wrote, “Εάν λαμβάνετε αυτήν την επιστολή, παρακαλώ την στείλετε στον ωκεανό. Θέλω να ξέρω εάν υπάρχει ένας άλλος κόσμος έξω εκεί που υπάρχει. Θέλω στο ταξίδι μιας ημέρας και αφήνω αυτήν την θέση. 440BC.”
When I received this letter many people did not know what the written language was until I researched it online. It took me three months to translate this letter. Agathon wrote “If you receive this letter, please send it back into the ocean exactly the minute it hits sunrise. I want to know if there’s another world out there that exists. I want to one day travel and leave this place. 440BC.” When I replied to his letter I told him that there is another world that does exists. I told him he needs one day find a way to leave his civilization and come to America. I let him know that it wouldn’t be easy, but if he doesn’t gives up he can achieve anything. Today Agathon never gave up. He’s currently here in America and loving every minute of it!
I picked Agathon up at T.F green airport in Warrick Rhode Island roughly around 7:45am. He speaks broken English but I still managed to communicate with him. I tried to explain to him that life here is going to be so much easier. He didn’t quite know what I meant, but I know he’s just going to have to adjust to this new living environment and learn on his own.
The first place I brought Agathon was to my Aunt’s house. I never brought him inside to meet anyone. I didn’t want to overwhelm him. However I took him in front of her house to where her American flag was. I asked Agathon to lift up his head. I pointed towards the flag. With a confused look he shrugged his shoulders. I began to explain what this object was and what it meant to all Americans.
“Agathon what you see when you lift you head is something so precious to all Americans. It’s a representation of the years we fought for our liberty. This flag represents the United States of America. This flag consists of thirteen equal horizontal stripes of red, white and blue. There are fifty small, white, five-pointed stars arranged in nine offset horizontal rows of six alternating with rows of five stars. The fifty stars on this flag represent the 50 states. The 13 stripes represent the original thirteen colonies that rebelled against the British monarchy.”Agathon was amazed and shared some of his stories about some of the battles he witnessed when people tried to take over his city.
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After I gave him a history lesson about this country I took him to the place my father and I always go to spend time with each other. It’s a sports restaurant on Post Road in Warwick. As we enter the doors I greeted my buddy Billy who with passion loves the Pittsburgh Steelers. I noticed Agathon was very curious of what this whole place was. His head could not stop bouncing back and forth. I didn’t say anything. I wanted him to observe more and get the feel of what everybody was watching on TV. When Big Papi from the Boston Red Sox hit a home run everybody went wild. Agathon looked at everyone and with fear ran to me.
“What’s a matter Agathon? He replied, “Why is everybody screaming!” I explain to him that at one point Baseball was the most favorable sport in America and many people take this sport to heart that is the reason why people started screaming when Big Papi scored. He thought it strange but at the same instance he could relate to almost everything I was explaining to him. Back in his city one of the sports many men participated in was the Olympics. Agathon explained the love he had for boxing and couldn’t get enough of it. He loved the screaming, the laughing, the blood, the gore and more importantly the athleticism of all the fighters.
It was now 5:45 pm and almost time for dinner. As his tour guide, I could not wait for dinner. I was very curious of how he would react to all the new foods he was going to be exposed to. At the same time I felt anxious to see if he was going to ignore the fork or pick it up and question it. How crazy it sounds, I just wanted him to see him eat! I picked the old country buffet. He did not know what foods to choose from so I made his dish for him while he found a table for us to sit at. When were eating Agathon started picking food with his hands. He picked up his mashed potatoes with his dirty fingers started shoving it in his mouth. That’s when I told him he needs to use the fork. He looked at me like I had ten heads. But when I told him to look around at everyone else he knew what I meant.
The Report on How Did the Life of Ancient Greek or Roman Woman Differ from the Life of a Woman in the West Today?
Classical Civilisation thepiggrinder How did the life of ancient Greek or Roman woman differ from the life of a woman in the west today? Women in the modern western culture of today enjoy many more rights than those of ancient Greek and Roman women. Woman in the modern culture of the west today have an unrestricted amount of freedom (often supported by law such as diversity and equality ...
It is now 7:00pm and I just dropped Agathon back at the airport. As a tour guide I am much pleased of how much he learned today. If I were too get into some basic similarities Agathon and I share, it would be our determination for life. I know at home, Agathon is obligated to do 10X more work than any American would have to do to survive. He lives a tougher life. When I compare the ancient world to the modern world, every human being today is living life at a much easier pace. Agathon has never been exposed to cars, bicycles or airplanes. Everywhere he travels is by foot. Agathon maybe less inclined to happy life because how much he is dealt with on a daily basis. When I come to think of it all, I appreciate where I live. To look at this assignment as whole, it makes me think critically through a different lens. This assignment has made appreciate life more, and when I think hope is all gone, I will reflect on how people from the ancient world lived.
In the first half of your paper, write while imagining you are spending the day in an ancient Mediterranean city as a modern person. Explain what seems to occupy people’s time, and in what kinds of daily family or civic activities do they find happiness or satisfaction? Imagine having a conversation with someone. Do your best to represent it. What do you talk about and what kinds of topics or values might you imagine being difficult to understand? Or do you imagine conversing quite easily about life?
Likewise, for the second parts of your paper imagine an ancient Mediterranean person visiting a modern U.S city, for which you are his/she tour guide for the day. S/he has taken a good look around at how people live their lives and pursue happiness in this modern city. What questions does s/he have about the modern pursuit of happiness? What modern values seem most remote to the ancient worldview? What values or activities does your guest raise the most concern about?
Life in Ancient Greece The life of the past was indeed quite different from life as we see and perceive it today. People were thinking differently, the cultures and behaviours were also different. However if we examine any time span we might find that still most of the people on the planet Earth, no matter what are the historical contexts and prepositions that surround them, are concerned with ...
In a final page describe the most basic similarities and differences between you and the ancient persons. How do these two cultures represent radically different worlds, but at the same time reveal a shared humanity between them? Do you think modern or ancient persons are more or less inclined to be happy in their daily circumstances?
History 161-03 (M. Burch)
First Writing Assignment
Due March 3, 2010