Monday 26 March 2012

Is it the size that matters?

Think about Rio de Janeiro. What is the first image that comes to your mind, even if you've never been there? And I mean image, not your late-night fantasies.


Copacabana and its snaky black and white cobbled pavement?
Sipping cold coconut water on the hot sand?
Golden bodies in Brazilian bikinis?
Carnival parade?

Hopefully some of you did think of Christ the Redeemer with his outstretched arms, overlooking Guanabara Bay. Whether you are religious or not, there’s no point denying that this statue is one of the most commonly recognised landmarks of Brazil (and Rio de Janeiro in particular) and due to its impressive size (between 30 m /98.5 ft and 39m – there is contrasting info) has often been envied.

I was surprised to find out that in my motherland, Poland, a similar construction was raised in 2010 in a tiny winy towny of Świebodzin. I think the intention was to make it even bigger than the one in Rio. Was it to show the magnitude of Polish religiousness or ego, I wonder. So, our Polish Christ the King is 33 metres tall, to mark the age at Jesus’ death, apparently, and together with the mound on which it is built it reaches 52.5 metres. One way or another, it’s taller than the Rio statue. In your face, Rio!


 Ok, perhaps this take is a bit unfortunate, let’s try again...



Erm... the view doesn't seem quite right...

But what do I see? Another Jesus? In Cochabamba, Bolivia. No way Jose, only 40 metres, including the pedestal. What a joke. 


The priest of Świebodzin must have been sad to learn that it stands competition also from Lima, Peru, where Cristo del Pacífico was kindly left by the president to look after the Peruvian nation. 30 metres. No chance.


Early this year, news spread that a replica of Cristo Redentor might appear on the skyline of... Wait for it, wait for it! London. Primrose Hill to be precise. With the permission (and financial contribution) of the Brazilian government, the monument would mark the moment London passes the Olympic torch over to Rio. Metaphorically, of course. Primrose Hill may not be Corcovado, but perhaps it’s worth a go.  From a mass of comments under the article in the Guardian on the matter, I picked the following few: 

"how about a 6 inch marquette of Borris the irredeemable instead"
"The Olympics are surely a secular celebration of physical excellence? If you MUST align it to a fictional deity, surely Zeus would be far more appropriate in this instance?"
"Can we have Gisele instead?"

Hilarious.

They’re all forgetting one thing. You may have the tallest Jesus on this planet, but what really counts is the view! 



3 comments:

  1. Very interesting !! thx for all those good infos ,(god infos ??? hahah that wasnt funny i know hahaha ) but as a Brazilian i must say ,that the most important point is the view , just like u said....very nice blog !! reading all those post , i remembered our skype conversation about "soul connection" remember ? maybe u found it in brazil...that conection , that soul connection...
    what do u think ?... bjos !!

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  2. Lina, amiga querida, I definitely have a soul connection with Brazil. First I fell in love with capoeira, then I fell in love with music and then, well, you know, who! And I often say I must have been Brazilian in my previous life.
    In fact another name I was considering for this blog was "Brazilian at heart". Ser'a que eu nasci no pais errado? Rsrsrs, brincadeira. Eu amo Polonia mas amo Brasil tambem!

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  3. hahahaha love the name "Brazilian at heart" and totally agree about what u said....maaas !! nao acho que voce deva escolher entre um pais ou outro !! haha talvez voce apenas seja uma amante do mundo e culturas diferentes...o mundo é tao cheio de belezas , seria um pecado nos limitar em amar um so lugar !! specially u ! que tem amores sejam eles de familia ou de amigos e mais... vc tem amores nos dois paises ! prova que tanto amor cabe em one and only heart , o seu !!!

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