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INTERCULTURAL COMMUNICATION - Coggle Diagram

- - - - TEACHER'S EXAMPLE:
        My personal experience of this includes moving to London from Ireland. The whole pace of life in London was considerably faster than what I had previously experienced, from the speed people moved, to time allocated for various things (meeting, talking, socialising etc.). From London I moved to Malawi in Southern Africa which again brought the time and rhythm of cultures into sharp relief. I had to learn a new concept of time. Working in rural villages I would arrange a meeting for a particular morning. It could take several hours for the participants to arrive. From initial frustration with what I considered to be time wasted, I developed a real appreciation for the time spent (many hours!) under the shade of trees talking with people as they arrived, and starting the meeting formally when it was indicated to me that the time was right.
        From personal experience it also reduces stress considerably when I became more aware of the differences in perceptions of time in various cultures. It is worth mentioning here that I found it far more difficult to reintegrate into the London speed of life on my return from Africa! The whole of London seemed to be passing me in a blur while I sat and watched!
    - - ASSESSING YUOR OWN TOUCHING BEHAVIOUR:
        What sort of touching behaviour (where, how, when) do you observe between:
        
        People in your immediate family
        
        You and your best friend (same sex or different sex)
        
        You and your work colleagues
        
        You and any acquaintance
    - - FRENCH DRESS EXAMPLE:
        Sarah Turnbull (2002) Almost French: A new life in Paris. Bantam Books, Sydney, pp. 130–131.
        Perhaps one of my most revealing lessons in French dress standards comes one Saturday morning soon after moving to Paris.
        Rushing to the bakery to get a baguette and croissants, I chuck on an old shapeless jumper and my tracksuit pants, which I had rediscovered at the bottom of a wardrobe when we were packing up our place at Levallois.
        Catching site of me, Frédéric looks appalled.
        ‘Tracksuit pants?’ He’s never seen me wearing them before.
        ‘What’s wrong with that? I’m only going to the bakery.’
        There is a second’s pause.
        Frédéric’s eyes implore me.
        Finally he manages to speak.‘But it’s not nice for the baker!’
        I stare at him, incredulous, thinking, ‘You can’t be serious.’ But he is.
        In fact, this is probably one of the most serious moments of his life. His girlfriend is about to step out in public wearing ‘pantalons de jogging’ – an item of clothing he wouldn’t even wear jogging.
        He can’t fathom out how I could do such a thing. I can’t fathom why he is making such a fuss…..…
        Underpinning Frédéric’s reaction to tracksuit pants if a concept which to me is totally foreign: looking scruffy is selfish.
        Not only do you look like a slob but you let down the whole city.
        In Paris, failure to dress up leads to instant ostracism.
        Haughty shopkeepers don’t want you in their beautiful shops, let alone to risk getting close enough to serve you.