I interviewed my roommate Indira. We originally had a superficial sort of friendship and were more acquaintances than friends. This interview definitely allowed me to get to know about her cultural background and it has set the foundation of our growing friendship. We have become much closer in comparison to how we were before the interview. I am very inspired by Indira and everything she has gone through. I am very interested by her point of view in terms of social, political, and cultural statuses.
My name is Indira Costamente. I was born December 12th of 1995 in Venezuela in this place called Valencia; it’s spelled like Valencia College. Venezuela. My family came from Venezuela. 8 years ago I came here. My parents come from Venezuela and I think my mom’s grandma is from Colombia, and I think one of my grandmothers is from Lebanon. I think the one from Lebanon is my dad’s grandmother and she escaped Lebanon and went to Venezuela. And then my mom’s grandma, she came from Columbia to this little city that’s like in-between…it’s like right on the frontier between Columbia and Venezuela. She lived close by either way so it was like a jump from one place to the next. But I don't know too much about that.
We came here because of the political state that Venezuela’s in because my parents don’t really agree with the…well, the president then was Hugo Chavez. Um, they thought of him as a tyrant and ever since he became the president he was basically getting reelected even though he wasn’t supposed to. He was there for like 6…like 14 years or so. More maybe. Yes, until, like, he died. He went into presidency in like 1998 and then he died, like, a couple years ago. um. But basically the country was going down the drain and everything was deteriorating. Like, um, there’s like a lot of crime. Now there’s like famine and like craziness everywhere. So yes, that’s why we came here, to like escape all of that and because they thought that, you know, in this place, like, my sister and I would actually be able to have a future and grow and work and actually be able to get things and not like work a lot to not really have anything and just barely survive.
We originally moved to Merimar; it’s near Miami, like 40 minutes away. We moved there because my uncle lived there so we had some family connections. We just speaker Spanish and my dad has had a tough time learning but my mom has had a better time. My dad can still communicate with people though.
I lived through these experiences. My mom usually doesn’t let my dad tel us some of his crazy stories. The story they told me about my great-grandmother, is that she was like poor and I think her mom died and she used to live with an aunt. She lived with her aunt and it was alright but I was kind of a sucky life and they didn't have much money. They left there and she went to haciendas which is like a ranch and they mostly had vegetables and horses there but it wasn’t quite a farm. She started working there kind of as a maid. Then the owners son and her got together and had like a bunch h of children. He did marry her so one day she kind of like just left; she took her children an left. In total she had like 6 kids. Three from the first guy and 3 from the second guy. Later the guy's brother contacted her and offered her their last name but she said no becomes family is very prideful and it weird because the guy’s brother was one of the presidents of Venezuela but my grandma never took advantage of that. The guy’s second wife wanted to take my mom over to the U.S. when she was 14 but my grandma said no because she didn’t quite trust the situation. She’s a non-risk taker. That was it.
I like Day of the Dead and I just turn on a little candle for the dead but it’s more of a Mexican tradition. We make tamales with like stuff in it. You put like dough, meat, olives, peppers, onions, garbanzo beans and other ingredients wrapped in a plantain leaf. We have ensiled galena and we put peas and i think it also has mayo and stuff like a potato salad along with chopped salad. What’s different about us is that we kind of just sleep on Christmas Day and for New Years, we do this this where we take tangerines, or mandarins, mandarinas, and on the 32nd countdown your supposed to count how may seeds you have and its supposed to bring you goo luck or something. And you also take out a dollar and exchange it with somebody before the following year. You also take a bag out and symbolize good traveling and stuff.
We usually speak Spanish and English at home. When I was growing up, we lived in these townhouses kind of but they were connected to each other and they were really big. Like they were back to back but the houses were kind of like a mirror of each other. All the houses were pretty much the same and all the neighbors knew each other and all the kids would like hangout or play together and eat together, We would go to each others houses and like have coffee or have tea or we would pass by. We all knew each other and it would be better when it was holidays and they would put out the grill in the middle of all the houses. The birthday parties had so much food too and that’s another thing that is different. Like they would have a main theme with the goodie bags, the cake, the flan, hotdogs, burgers, chips, and candy everywhere. The pinatas were also part of the theme and they are’t like the target pinatas and they aren't small, like its a real life sized thing. You're like so tired by the end of the party that you go home and sleep. The cups, plates, tablecloths are all the same. They would go all out.
Yes there’s been a change. I mean I’ve been gone for like 8 years but I mean, people were leaving before anyway and nobody really stayed there because it was kind of isolated and away from the city.
Well, I speak Spanish but I remember when I was like younger and stuff and I couldn’t speak English at all and they kind of just threw me in with the other kids and I couldn’t understand anything. The teacher tried to hold me back a grade but my parents refused and spoke with another administrator and then after awhile, like, they put me in an ESOL kind of program.
Sometime people assume that if you're Spanish then you speak some kind of Spanish. But I feel that Hispanic people are very discriminatory. I personally don’t like speaking Spanish. I like reading it and writing it but since I don't know the slang I don't really like it. When I speak Spanish to other people they kind of just look at me like where are you from? I’m kind of just here like, Im Venezuelan. Like my family and just who I am are part of me.