The Different and the Common: About Multireligious Neighborhoods
Traveling between different villages, I often passed the house of Mira, one of Krasne’s storytellers. If I had a chance to stop by a shop first, I would buy tangerines, Mira’s favorite fruit, and drop them off with the elderly lady. As I entered the modest chamber in which she spends most of her days, Mira would watch me carefully from beneath a flowery headscarf. Once she recognized me, she would smile and ask me to stay. Our meetings usually followed a similar script. After I sat myself on a wooden stool, my host, laying on an old sofa, would ask me the same series of questions: “Have you found a husband yet?” she would invariably begin, keenly interested. Very disappointed with my reply, she would add with a frisky smile: “Lonely nights are wasted!” Then, without giving up her inquiry, she would go on: “Have you found a job at least?” When I reminded her that I was carrying out research, she jumped to guessing that I must have become a student of a local agricultural school. Listening to my description of what anthropologists do, she would carefully repeat “anthropology,” as if pronouncing a mysterious, sacred word. In the end, she would sigh deeply and tell me it was a pity I knew nothing about farming and milking cows: if only I knew that, I could definitely find a good husband among Lemkos.
KeywordsReligious Service Religious Community Neighborly Relation Good Neighbor Village Community
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