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        "msgid": "increasing-globalization-erases-national-individuality-1447893297",
        "date": "1996-05-05 00:00:00",
        "title": "Increasing globalization erases national individuality",
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        "source": "JP",
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        "summary": "Increasing globalization erases national individuality By Graham Best JAKARTA (JP): I came to work in Indonesia because I wanted to experience something different. Like many or even most people in Britain I knew nothing about this country. It was, I thought, a single tropical island near Malaysia. Of course I knew all about Borneo from wildlife documentaries, and plenty about Bali from holiday programs, but I didn't know they had anything to do with Indonesia.",
        "content": "<p>Increasing globalization erases national individuality<\/p>\n<p>By Graham Best<\/p>\n<p>JAKARTA (JP): I came to work in Indonesia because I wanted to<br>\nexperience something different. Like many or even most people in<br>\nBritain I knew nothing about this country. It was, I thought, a<br>\nsingle tropical island near Malaysia. Of course I knew all about<br>\nBorneo from wildlife documentaries, and plenty about Bali from<br>\nholiday programs, but I didn't know they had anything to do with<br>\nIndonesia. My first glance at the atlas was a revelation.<\/p>\n<p>As I pored over books about my destination I realized it<br>\nwould be quite a change from Britain. Different religions,<br>\ncultures, languages, flora and fauna, food (which I was<br>\nespecially looking forward to) clothing and even a different way<br>\nto bathe.<\/p>\n<p>When I arrived, it was no disappointment. Walking down the<br>\nroad in Britain's capital city I wouldn't turn any heads, let<br>\nalone elicit cheerful greetings and enquiries as to where I was<br>\ngoing. I felt like a minor celebrity.<\/p>\n<p>My first encounter with Indonesian food was also a memorable<br>\nexperience. Something I shoveled into my mouth on the assumption<br>\nthat it was some harmless variety of green bean turned out to be<br>\na red hot coal. As I sat gasping for air and crying into my<br>\nnoodles, I reflected that we don't see fresh chilies very often<br>\nin Britain and when we do they're not mixed into the meal whole.<br>\nNow I tuck into Padang food nearly every day.<\/p>\n<p>Just as memorable but a lot more pleasurable was my first<br>\nexcursion to the Thousand Islands. Snorkeling along the coral<br>\nreefs I saw things I thought only existed on the Discovery<br>\nChannel. In Britain you are lucky if you can see your own hands<br>\nthrough the silt.<\/p>\n<p>In Britain the shock of pouring a ladle of cold water over<br>\nyour head could kill the sick and the elderly, but at 30 degrees<br>\nCelsius and 95 percent humidity it's actually very refreshing.<br>\nThe thing that terrified me most of all as I was preparing to<br>\nleave England, the Asian toilet, can also be got used to with<br>\npractice.<\/p>\n<p>The roads, however, lived up to their reputation. I've been<br>\nparachuting and potholing, but the drive to Pelabuhan Ratu and<br>\nback was by far the most frightening experience of my life. After<br>\nseeing the exhaust from a Metro Mini I started thinking I might<br>\nas well take up smoking.<\/p>\n<p>So when I went back home for Christmas and friends and family<br>\nasked me, \"What's Indonesia like?\", I had plenty to tell them. It<br>\nis different, I told them as I babbled on like some 20th Century<br>\nCaptain Cook. Well, as I said, on many levels it is. However, on<br>\nsome it is getting less and less.<\/p>\n<p>It was not until I was standing in that most Western of<br>\nthings, a shopping mall in Cheltenham, that I realized this. I<br>\nstood there and tried to pick out the differences between it and<br>\nthe ones 7,500 miles away in Jakarta. McDonald's and Wendy's<br>\nserve the same food, the only concession to the tropics being the<br>\naddition of Chili sauce. In Britain the people generally have<br>\nlighter hair and were taller, but they wear the same clothes.<\/p>\n<p>Back in Jakarta I watched Asian MTV, in English, playing the<br>\nsame videos that I had watched on the British Top of the Pops. I<br>\nalso saw English football matches on Liga Inggris.<\/p>\n<p>If you lived in a modern house and don't like rice you could<br>\nspend a whole year here and never have a mandi or eat Padang<br>\nfood. It'd be your loss, but you could do it.<\/p>\n<p>Shopping malls and McDonald's restaurants are the same the<br>\nworld over and satellite TV makes short work of national<br>\nboundaries. As developing countries develop people with access to<br>\nthese developments lead increasingly similar lives. They become<br>\npart of a global culture. Globalization is the buzzword of the<br>\nmoment, but it wasn't until I came here looking for something<br>\ndifferent that I really grasped what it meant.<\/p>",
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