I usually get many questions about my last name. When people see the name Porturas, and look at me, they never imagine that I’ve got Native American blood. But I do, I’m a white Inca Indian and my father is from the Andes Mountains. When people think about the Andes they usually think that people there live in small huts and are chocolate brown. And when they see me, a blue/green-eyed girl with light brown hair they think it’s impossible that I hail from there. And I have to explain what a mestizo is. “Mestizo is a term traditionally used in Latin America and Spain for people of mixed heritage or descent. In some countries it has come to mean a mixture of European and Amerindian” – Wikipedia
My Spanish descendants come from the Basque country. I found some people in the White pages with my last name. I really want to go and see where I’m from.
Question number one is usually: But your last name doesn’t seem Norwegian.
Answer: No, it’s not. It’s Peruvian.
Q.2: …But you don’t look very Peruvian.
A.2: My father is a mestizo, a mix.
Q.3: Do you speak Spanish fluently?
A.3: No, I don’t. My father didn’t want to teach me.
Q.4: But can’t you talk to him in Spanish?
A.4: I don’t have any contact with him.
A.5: Because he’s a machista. Do you know what it means? If you do, I don’t have to explain more.
Q.6: Have you been there?
A.6: Yes, I have, three times.
Here people usually get really uncomfortable and change the subject. And I usually do it too, because I’m tired of the questions. Even though I’m white I feel like I am a mix, because I am a mix. And Yes, my father is my father! I’m really tiered of those jokes.
Deal with it; in the end the whole world will be a mix, and race won’t exist.