I have not properly been out of my house for about ten days. Grocery shopping and raiding the video store doesn't count. Days become nights and nights become days while I sit faithfully at my desk, pounding on the keyboard, bending my capabilities of thought... What is nationalism? How does it relate to racism? What is racism? And if the concept of race is not important, as a bunch of smart people have agreed, then what is it exactly that constitutes racism? And can I argue that it exists in Denmark, are my thoughts backed by references? Ayayay, having a thesis identity crisis...
On top of everything going on in my own head I've got two amazing flatmates, Yan and Yasemin who also have imploding heads and need to share. The flat is a jungle of thoughts... How do we conceptualise irregular migrants? Where is the underlying logic of strict border control? What exactly is going on in the new policy implemented by Sarkozy in France? -- How can we educate people, especially children about human rights? Where is the proof that educational programs work? What if we devised programs built on the creativity of music, could we then catch the attention of the generation of tomorrow to get involved in human rights work? There' s proof that it works - but how to argue that music might be
the most effective tool to promote human rights...?
Although I have never felt as academically blessed as I have in the process of this thesis, I am tired now, exhausted from thinking, reading and trying to formulate everything in (understandable) English. My supervisor is waiting for my final draft so that he can comment on it before I make the final adjustments and submit it. But I just can't think anymore. Or rather, I am so tired of thinking that the speed with which I do think is just not acceptable... But finished I will be... Later today...
