I’ve written about promaja (pruh-MOY-uh) previously, both here and here. Of all the cultural differences I have experienced, I still find this to be one of the more perplexing. (Although there are certainly others. Anyone care for spaghetti with ketchup sauce? :-P)
In case you didn’t know, “promaja” refers to cross-breezes. Apparently, they are very dangerous here in the Balkans.
I first learned of promaja while riding in a taxi with my two sitemates and my language teacher. It was 95 degrees out, and our taxi driver had the windows rolled up (also note: there was no air conditioning in the taxi). I thought the taxi driver was 1) oblivious to the heat or 2) just being a jerk. But then my language teacher told us about promaja (mind BLOWN!). I had never heard of such a thing.
This story has come to illustrate something important to me: Sometimes, people do things, and they might not be doing those things for the reasons I think (or reasons I know).
Still, that doesn’t mean I believe in promaja. 🙂
Happy Halloween! 🙂