On the way back to Buenos Aires, I watched a movie that KLM airline offered on her comfortable-size screen. This movie is called ‘Broers (Brothers, in English)’, and I thought that it was such a proper way to promote a Dutch movie on the Dutch airline. It wasn’t a pretty happy ending movie, rather it stayed in artistic way, leaving some sort of emotional sediment at the bottom of heart. Due to its sediment that stuck under, I sometimes should stir my tank of emotion not to see bothered by such sediment. But doing so, my being is all invaded and mixed with the very emotion, which is inevitable.
This emotional sediment relates to brotherhood. In an absence of his elder brother, the younger was told by an old acquaintance, “He told me that he’s your brother.” The younger replied, “Is that all?” Then the old man replied again, “Isn’t it enough? Who else can say that?” This answer stunded me. This is true, I thought, even in this world where many people speak out brother (bro, broda, bruv, whatever variation there is) as an empty word to fill the awkward space between spoken lines.
I wonder where this emptiness originated. In Catholic church days, God and catedral priests were called as paternal figure, letting all others be called brothers or sisters between them. In Korean culture, calling aunts to any other restaurant female workers is commonly observed. In many adolescences across the world, male friends calling them one another as brother is a sign of connection and inclusion. Brother calling is structurally outlined in many corners of this world so it’s not easy to point out when this word actually contains the brotherhood among many words structurally and automatically called out.
But maybe, distinguishing brothers from many brothers doesn’t really matter, and to this perhaps, we name brotherhood. I earlier discussed that family determination is not really a biological matter rather a psychological and social one. Basically, we do have 7 billion brothers and sisters once one expands the concept of brotherhood. I became feel comfortable to call my bothers brother, which I hope of no emptiness in such word. ‘Brother’ here, would contain only the care and share, as any those who care the sharing and share the caring are all brothers.
It was my visit to London; just to see my brothers and hug them strong. It was a weekend visit so it wasn’t of much time considering months and years that I hadn’t seen them. But since my station in Paris facilitates frequent visits to London relatively, I’d be planning further visits to London when possible, and already made one for the first weekend of October that comes. I’m excited for different lifestyle and stories that we are going to share further.