How much weighs a dream?

English, Phil O' Soph

Approximate reading time: 30 minutes

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Setting goals in life is always an ambitious project. I never seriously fought to set new goals, but on the other hand I never shied away from it. After all, I successfully mastered two courses of study and at least learned to speak three foreign languages ​​fluently. Of course, this is quite impressive and at least something to make me say, that I reached my intrapersonal targets.

But I never fulfilled these goals with a feeling of a proud achievement because I couldn’t build up any emotional level to them. Neither before reaching the goal and nor afterwards. During reaching a goal, I also perceived it as a means to an end.

  • Drivers license? Not needed to know how to navigate a car. Annoying social obligation for individual mobility. But I did my license anyhow for car and motorbike.
  • High school diploma? Was funny and joyful, but served at the end only for more qualifications.
  • Apprenticeship? Well, if I have to. Not a bad idea, but not a good or quaint one either.
  • Bachelor title? Cost a lot of time to receive at the end only a colorful certificate and nice ceremony.
  • Master title? Still a realistic goal to skim a bit of my own potential. Literally to do something off the cuff.

I have rarely been fed up or satisfied and have only quickly check marked the goal that has always been reached or sometimes even surpassed. The epigraph was always to hurry on and never rest on own success.

I even wanted to continue after my Master’s with a Doctor degree. But my former university in Spain artificially artificially extended the certification of my master’s degree in an unprecedented act of administrative chaos and professional inability. Hence, after three elapsed registration periods for a possible doctoral program at another university, I finally lost the desire to waste even more patience or time because of some dorks. Funny to mention at this point that I am still waiting for the official title after 2.5 years. Incredible!

Goals only exist to be accomplished. Nothing more. I was much more interested in intangible and immaterial dreams and abstract ideas. Having a dream in life is wonderful. You can color it imaginatively for yourself, always navigate onto it and enjoy it quietly and secretly without being affected by others.


DudĂș Blue Lagoon - Stray dog
A dreaming dog at a lagoon

Nobody can take away your dreams. But goals can be. It only needs one arbitrary and unprofessional decision maker or some administrational obstacles to cross your plans. These external factors can jeopardize your idea to accomplish the goal. Perhaps this was the reason why I could always build up a higher emotional level to dreams than goals. Because what is nicer than following my individual and perspective imagination of life?

Certainly not pursuing a goal and sharing a lecture hall with 100 fellow students, only to end up holding the same documentary wipe in my hands. This is more of a collective goal developed by society to create a certain claim against others. I prefer to stay with my individual dreams in me in my own hemisphere.

Of course, there are also people who advocate the exactly opposite perspective and dismiss dreams as lies. There’s nothing wrong or right about that. But if they don’t judge me, I won’t do the same.

I have often wondered how much a dream weighs. In contrast to a goal, a dream leaves a mental fingerprint and thus has a weight somewhere. The dream has to be stamped and located in a distant place in the brain and this naturally carries weight with it. A goal, on the other hand, is only achieved or not. But it has no mental burden comparable to a dream.


A baby sleeps and has sweet dreams
A baby having very active dreams

There are two dreams that I have followed and lived. One was fulfilled and the other was not. Am I physically heavier than before because of the dream came true?

Next page: A dream that luckily didn’t come true

Wie viel wiegt ein in ErfĂŒllung gegangener Traum?

German, Phil O' Soph

UngefÀhre Lesezeit: 30 Minuten

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Ziele im Leben zu setzen ist immer ein ambitioniertes Vorhaben. Ich habe mich nie ernsthaft um die Setzung neuer Ziele gerissen, aber auf der anderen Seite auch nie darum gescheut. Schließlich habe ich immerhin zwei StudiengĂ€nge erfolgreich mit Bravour gemeistert und immerhin drei Fremdsprachen fließend sprechen gelernt. Das kann sich natĂŒrlich durchaus sehen lassen und reprĂ€sentiert meiner Meinung nach das Erreichen von intrapersonellen Zielen.

Mich haben aber diese Ziele niemals mit Stolz erfĂŒllt, weil ich keine EmotionalitĂ€t dazu aufbauen konnte. Weder vor dem Erreichen des Ziels und danach schon gar nicht. Auch auf dem Wege dazu sah ich das Ziel eher als Mittel zum Zweck.

  • FĂŒhrerschein? Braucht man nicht, um ein Auto lenken zu können. LĂ€stige gesellschaftliche Pflicht zur individuellen MobilitĂ€t. Trotzdem fĂŒr Auto und Motorrad gemacht.
  • SchulabschlĂŒsse? War lustig und amĂŒsant, aber diente nur der weiteren Qualifikation.
  • Ausbildung? Na gut, wenn es unbedingt sein muss. Keine schlechte Idee, aber auch kein ausgefallener Geistesblitz.
  • Bachelor? Kostete viel Zeit, brachte am Ende aber nur ein buntes Zertifikat und eine schöne Zeremonie.
  • Master? Ein bisschen was geht noch, kein unrealistisches Ziel. Nochmal die berĂŒhmte Schippe drauflegen und aus dem Ärmel schĂŒtteln.

Selten war ich satt oder gar zufrieden gestellt und habe das stets erreichte oder manchmal gar ĂŒberflĂŒgelte Ziel schleunigst abgehakt. Hastig weiter machen wollen und nie auf einem Erfolg ausruhen war die Devise.

Ich wollte nach dem Mastertitel sogar noch einen Doktor dranhĂ€ngen. Allerdings hat meine damalige UniversitĂ€t in Spanien in einem beispiellosen Akt an administrativem Chaos und professionellem Unvermögen die Zertifizierung meines Mastertitels derart kĂŒnstlich in die LĂ€nge gezogen, dass mir nach drei verstrichenen Anmeldungsfristen fĂŒr ein Doktorstudiengang irgendwann die Lust auf noch weitere Geduld, bzw. Zeitverschwendung vergangen ist. Lustig zu erwĂ€hnen an dieser Stelle, dass ich auch 2,5 Jahren nach erfolgreichem Abschluss noch immer auf den offiziellen Titel warte. Sachen gibt’s!

Ziele sind also nur da, um erreicht zu werden. Mehr aber nicht. Viel eher war ich an den immateriellen und nicht greifbaren TrĂ€umen und abstrakten Vorstellungsweisen interessiert. Einen Traum im Leben zu haben, ist etwas Wundervolles. Du kannst ihn fĂŒr Dich persönlich imaginĂ€r ausmalen, Dich stets daran orientieren und ihn still und heimlich genießen.


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Ein trÀumender Hund am Ufer einer Lagune

TrĂ€ume kann Dir keiner nehmen. Ziele hingegen schon. Da muss nur irgendein Querulant von inkompetentem, bzw. willkĂŒrlichem EntscheidungstrĂ€ger im Weg sein oder eine administrative HĂŒrde und bĂŒrokratische Schikane aufgebaut werden. Schon ist das gesteckte Ziel wegen dieser externen Einflussfaktoren in Gefahr, erreicht werden zu können. Vielleicht war es dieser Grund, weshalb ich stets eine höhere EmotionalitĂ€t zu TrĂ€umen als zu Zielen aufbauen konnte. Denn was ist schöner als meiner individuellen und perspektivischen Vorstellung zu folgen?

Mit Sicherheit keinem Ziel hinterherzuhecheln und sich mit 100 Kommilitonen einen Vorlesungssaal zu teilen, nur um am Ende den gleichen dokumentarischen Wisch in den HÀnden zu halten. Das ist eher ein kollektives und von der Gesellschaft entwickeltes Ziel um ein gewisses Anspruchsdenken zu entwickeln und indoktrinieren. Da bleibe ich lieber bei meinen individuellen TrÀumen vor meinem geistigen Auge.

Es gibt natĂŒrlich auch Menschen, die die exakt andere Sichtweise verfechten und TrĂ€ume als SchĂ€ume abtun. Ist weder verkehrt, noch korrekt. Aber: “Jeder Jeck ist anders” wie der besoffene Kölner an Karneval grölt.

Ich habe mich oft gefragt, wie viel ein Traum wiegt. Im Gegensatz zu einem Ziel hinterlĂ€sst ein Traum irgendwo einen mentalen Fingerabdruck und damit Gewicht. Der Traum muss irgendwo im Gehirn abgestempelt und lokalisiert werden und das trĂ€gt natĂŒrlich naturgegeben Gewicht mit sich. Ein Ziel hingegen wird lediglich erfĂŒllt oder auch nicht. Aber es besitzt keine vergleichbare mentale Last wie ein Traum.


A baby sleeps and has sweet dreams
Ein Baby trÀumt wÀhrend seiner sehr aktiven Nachtruhe

Es gibt zwei TrĂ€ume, die ich verfolgt und gelebt habe. Anhand diesen beiden Beispielen möchte ich dezidiert versinnbildlichen, was den Traum ihn mir ausgelöst und was er in mir bewirkt hat. Der eine Traum hat sich erfĂŒllt und der andere nicht. Bin ich durch den in ErfĂŒllung gegangenen Traum nun physikalisch schwerer geworden als vorher?

NĂ€chste Seite: Ein Traum, der sich glĂŒcklicherweise nicht erfĂŒllt hat

Cuanto pesa un sueño?

Español, Phil O' Soph

Tiempo de lectura aproximado: 30 minutos

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Fijar metas en la vida es siempre un proyecto ambicioso. Nunca luchĂ© seriamente para establecer nuevas metas, pero por otro lado, nunca lo evitĂ©. DespuĂ©s de todo, obtuve  con Ă©xito dos diplomas de estudios y  aprendĂ­ a hablar al menos tres idiomas extranjeros con fluidez. Por supuesto, esto es bastante impresionante y al menos algo para decirme a mi mismo que alcancĂ© mis objetivos individuales.

Sin embargo nunca sentĂ­ orgullo por haber alcanzado estos objetivos porque no pude construir ningĂșn nivel emocional con respecto a ellos . Ni antes de llegar a la meta ni despuĂ©s. El proceso de alcanzar un objetivo, tambiĂ©n lo percibĂ­ como un medio para un fin.

  •                      ÂżLicencia de conducir? No es necesario saber cĂłmo conducir un automĂłvil. Es solo una fastidiosa obligaciĂłn social para poder transportarse individualmente. De todos modos la obtuve  para auto y moto.
  •                      ÂżDiploma de escuela secundaria? Fue divertido y alegre, pero sirviĂł al final sĂłlo de requisito para poder continuar otros estudios .
  •                      ÂżAprendizaje? Bueno, si tengo que hacerlo. No es una mala idea, pero tampoco es buena o pintoresca.
  •                      ÂżTĂ­tulo de bachillerato? Cuesta mucho tiempo por recibir al final solo un certificado colorido y una bonita ceremonia.
  •                      ÂżTĂ­tulo de Master? Sigue siendo un objetivo realista para aprovechar un poco mi propio potencial. Literalmente para hacer algo fuera del alcance.

Raramente me harto o estoy satisfecho y solo he marcado rĂĄpidamente el objetivo que siempre se ha alcanzado o, a veces, incluso superado. El epĂ­grafe siempre fue apurarse y nunca descansar en el propio Ă©xito.

Incluso querĂ­a continuar despuĂ©s de mi maestrĂ­a con un doctorado Pero mi antigua universidad en España extendiĂł artificialmente el proceso de la certificaciĂłn de mi maestrĂ­a en un acto de caos administrativo e incapacidad profesional inolvidable en mi vida. Por lo tanto, despuĂ©s de tres perĂ­odos transcurridos de registro para un posible programa de doctorado en otra universidad, finalmente perdĂ­ el deseo de perder aĂșn mĂĄs paciencia o tiempo debido a algunos burros. Es curioso mencionar en este punto que todavĂ­a estoy esperando el tĂ­tulo oficial despuĂ©s de 2.5 años. ÂĄIncreĂ­ble!

Las metas sĂłlo existen para ser alcanzadas. Nada mĂĄs. Estaba mucho mĂĄs interesado en sueños intangibles e inmateriales e ideas abstractas. Tener un sueño en la vida es maravilloso. Puedes colorearlo imaginativamente para ti mismo, siempre conducirte hacia Ă©l y disfrĂștalo en silencio y en secreto sin que otros te afecten.


DudĂș Blue Lagoon - Stray dog
Un perro soñando en una laguna

Nadie puede quitarte tus sueños. Pero los objetivos pueden hacerlo. SĂłlo necesitas un arbitrario y poco profesional tomador de decisiones o algunos obstĂĄculos administrativos para cambiar tus planes. Estos factores externos pueden poner en peligro tu idea para lograr el objetivo. QuizĂĄs esta fue la razĂłn por la que siempre pude construir un nivel emocional mĂĄs alto para los sueños que para los objetivos. Porque, ÂżquĂ© es mĂĄs agradable que seguir mi imaginaciĂłn  y perspectiva individual de la vida?

Ciertamente, no perseguir una meta y compartir una sala de conferencias con 100 compañeros, solo para terminar sosteniendo la misma limpieza documental en mis manos. Este es mĂĄs un objetivo colectivo desarrollado por la sociedad para crear un cierto reclamo contra los otros. Prefiero quedarme con mis sueños individuales en mĂ­, en mi propio hemisferio.

Por supuesto, tambiĂ©n hay personas que defienden la perspectiva exactamente opuesta y descartan los sueños como mentiras. No hay nada correcto o incorrecto al respecto  o correcto en eso. Pero si ellos no me juzgan, yo no harĂ© lo mismo.

A menudo me he preguntado cuĂĄnto pesa un sueño. En contraste con un objetivo, un sueño deja una huella mental y, por lo tanto, tiene un peso en alguna parte. El sueño tiene que ser estampado y ubicado en un lugar distante del cerebro y esto, naturalmente, conlleva peso. Un objetivo, por otro lado, solo se logra o no. Pero no tiene una carga mental comparable a un sueño.


A baby sleeps and has sweet dreams
Un bebé sueña activamente mientras esta durmiendo

Hay dos sueños que he seguido y vivido. Uno se cumpliĂł y el otro no. ÂżSoy fĂ­sicamente mĂĄs pesado que antes porque el sueño se hizo realidad?

Pågina siguiente: Un sueño que afortunadamente no se hizo realidad

Mr. Paraguay – Jakob Davies Savoldelli

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Today I’m very proud and have the honor to dedicate this blog entry to an extraordinary character and personality. This article was actually first published in December 2017 on my old blog, but I decided now to rewrite the content and reprise the attention to the mentioned character.

Close to the Brazilian border in the nowhere of Paraguay lives a tour guide who doesn’t only have a vast knowledge about the Alto ParanĂĄ district and all the things he should know concerning his job. He is as well a caring and warm-hearted person with a high dedication to his visitors and one of the main reasons why I scored the highest grade of the whole course in the Master’s Thesis.

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Please let me introduce Mr. Jakob Savoldelli or Mister Paraguay. Some people in the small district of Minga GuazĂș might also know him just as Profe, because he taught the community English for several years.

ÂĄAl servicio del turismo y de la patria!

I saw Jakob only for four days in August 2017 and although our age is separated by decades, although we are different generations, although we have two complete different life stories to tell and although we grew up in different societies and surroundings, I need to admit, that he still means a lot to me. It seems like, that we understand each other and trust each other. I am inspired from his attitude and think, that his WhatsApp status tells much about his appreciation for tourism in Paraguay:

 

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For me personally, Jakob is one of the real heroes I met through my time in Paraguay. One of the few who thinks in solutions, not administrating problems. Who shows the right dignity and professionalism to his job. Who is ahead of his time and the one-eyed king in the country of the blind. In Paraguay, it would be Jakob with his sharp eyes.

Some of you people know, that I was working for my graduation assignment for the Paraguayan National Secretary of Tourism (SENATUR). Woah, sounds fancy, doesn’t it? Reality showed itself unfortunately a little bit different, I had maybe the worst supervisors and managers in my entire life that one can imagine. Both are directors of their departments (Statistics and Strategic Tourism Planning), but unfortunately equipped with zero expert knowledge, dedication to their own job and beyond that completely incompetent. Their omission would be worth an own punitive blog entry, but this one here shouldn’t be dedicated to the wrong people. It’s for the good people like Jakob.

Anyway, I was busy with my Master Thesis and liked what I had to do as a topic, although it was a real challenge. I wrote my thesis about…

“Restructuring the strategic tourism planning from a centralistic macro-based method to an individualized micro-based approach”

The challenge wasn’t the topic itself. Although the title doesn’t tell anyone a thing what was really the content, I can tell, that it was about the strategic change of tourism planning in Paraguay. I would need more time and beer to explain you the details, but for me it was quite interesting to observe and describe how a country tried to change their strategic tourism planning. I liked to write about it, but came very soon to a dead end because of missing information. Yes, Paraguay is a real desert regarding liberal and digital information. Unfortunately there weren’t many articles and information about (tourism) in Minga GuazĂș available and the one who were responsible of the project (Naiman Miserlian, Director of Strategic Tourism Planning of SENATUR) was so goddamn unprofessional and be out of place that I didn’t receive any valuable help from her side.

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Although it was her own project and quite pioneering for Paraguay’s future tourism activities, she didn’t show any dedication or deeper interest to really get things going in this country. For me as an outside observer it was a shame and pity at the same time. With more professional, passioned and responsible people for the project with the right background knowledge, it would have been great to see things growing. But with the leadership of some managers of SENATUR, a project can be messed up, before the outcome even will be launched.

So I came to this dead end without anything I could write about. Luckily another diligent and helpful colleague of SENATUR, Señora Asuncion Azcona, told me about “an old tour guide who is an English and German native speaker in Minga GuazĂș”. When I heard that for the first time, I could hardly believe what she said. Everyone who ever visited Paraguay knows about the – let’s call it basic – level of English of the population. But how can someone of a 79.783 community be an English AND German native speaker AND a tour guide of the area I was in need of? Dawn of hope was shining in my eyes whilst I imagined that he could be the key to my missing information and the missing puzzle piece.

I took a high encouragement from these information and the first phone call with Jakob Davies Savoldelli. Although we are age-related decades apart from each other, I felt during our first conversation a good vibe and respectful interest for each other. He was directly willing to help me out and told me, that I he would guide me through Minga GuazĂș if I would visit. Wow, what a nice and attentive person. Jakob is of half English and of half German origin, but embodies everything you would expect from a hospitable and welcoming Paraguayan.

‘Nuff said, I booked a bus ticket early September and three weeks before my deadline to Minga GuazĂș. Jakob told me on the phone that I should tell the bus driver to get off on KM18 on highway 7 “where always Mister Profe steps out of this bus”. A little confused about his instruction I shared the bus driver these information. Lo and behold: The big bus company of the capital of Asuncion knew where the tour guide of Minga GuazĂș always steps out of the bus to take a shortcut home. Either the world is a small place OR Jakob has made a lot of good and valuable contacts in the past.

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I took the bus at 11pm and drove over night for six hours to my weird destination in the middle of the highway. Quite overfatigued I stepped out on KM18 on highway 7 in the middle of the night and nowhere. It was around 4am and Jakob told me that I should just call and wake him up. So after maybe 30 – 45 minutes of walking in the dark I found his place and although we both were very tired in the early morning, he welcomed me at his place and offered me a TererĂ©, the typical Paraguayan drink. The first good impression and connection I made with him on the phone was directly confirmed by the first personal conversation we had. We talked for more than two hours in the sunrise of his garden and disturbed as well his honey bees – One of Jakob’s hobbies is beekeeping.

In the middle of the night I arrived in Minga GuazĂș without having anything else than his phone number. I didn’t even reserve an accommodation for the four nights I spent in Minga GuazĂș and laid all the faith and hope I had in the hands of a stranger – Up until then I didn’t even had personal contact to him. How often did you get disappointed of other people, friends and acquaintances who are even closer to you when you trust and rely on them?! I wasn’t disappointed from Jakob and my sense and intuition for the right people was working frictionless. Jakob was so kind and organized not only for me an accommodation. He also took me to several places, events and introduced me to the skeptical population of Minga GuazĂș. Without his help it would not have been possible to receive all the missing information and interviews with the local person in power for my Master Thesis. He was due to his experience and recognition a real door opener and the missing puzzle piece to my deeply needed information. I soaked up everything like a sponge he showed me, explained me and mentioned during these four days. I took several photos and shared my collected information as well at Google Maps. Paraguay as an isolated island within the continent is in general not really modern and digitalized with information and Minga GuazĂș is even worse. But I was quite successful with sharing a part of my information and reached within less than three months a high audience:


Jakob fed me with enough educational nutrition during my time in Minga GuazĂș, that I could easily continue writing and vanquish the writer’s block. At the end I wrote in total 212 pages and scored a 9.5 out of 10 for my thesis. I know, that Jakob wasn’t responsible for scoring that mark. But he is responsible as the key to my success and assisted me as the fuel serves the car to get to a goal.

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I regret, that I could only spent four days together with him and I am pretty sure, that I could have learned more when I would have more days in Minga GuazĂș. Neither wasn’t I during these student days solvent enough to reimburse him properly for all his services. But Jakob is a proud and diligent man and would have probably denied a considerable sum. Jakob, if you read that, I would like to thank you again for all the help you offered me. Without your self-sacrificing manner and devotion for your job I would have been lost in the labyrinth of ignorance of SENATUR and could not have finished my Master thesis as good as I did. You understood in contrast to many other people in Paraguay what tourism is and really means. As a customer I am more than happy and satisfied with what you showed me and how you showed it to me. And more than that: I’m pretty sure, that I found in you a friend whom I can trust. Whenever I will have the chance to see Paraguay for a couple of days again I would be happy to visit you and your bees again.

Whenever you are in need of a tour guide in the Alto ParanĂĄ region or you want to find out personally more about Ciudad del Este or Minga GuazĂș, please contact me and I would be glad to connect you with the walking library and excellent tour guide Jakob Davies Salvodelli. I’m pretty sure, that you won’t be disappointed and will have a highly dedicated and motivated tour guide!