I watched “Easy Rider” with all the other girls from boarding school. I sat in the old movie theater in the South of Germany, and my mind was made up.
Tag: <span>immigration</span>
“How much money do you make?” or “How much money do you have?” are common questions on a Visa application, no matter where you go.
Imagine we could write, “I would like to stay in your country indefinitely, and I have 1 Million Dollars that I intend to spend.”
Every time I listen to Mr. Trump I shiver inside and the gruesome vision, of him being even close to the White House makes me sick to my stomach. The United States of America is such a beautiful country, and Mr. Trump such an ugly man, who seeks to rule it. The perfect material for fairy tales and poems, if it wouldn’t be so sad.
So many immigrants before me; did they all feel the same? The mix of emotions is overwhelming.
I love my husband; I love being his wife, but this move is scary. I am excited to be here, but I am also worried.
I went grocery shopping the other day and I noticed the ladies right after I entered the store. It was a small group of women and I watched them as they were pushing two carts, they were shopping together. They talked with each other in a language that I couldn’t understand. They were refugees from Africa. I don’t know where exactly from.
Some bloggers don’t need introductions and some reblogs don’t need an explanation. This is one of them. Thank you Patricia~!
My Grandmother, the wonderful, wise woman who raised me, was a refugee. She left her home town right at the end of WWI in 1918, when she was 17 years old.
Both of her parents had been killed during the war and there was no place to call home anymore. She left town with her sister Emma, who was just 2 years older.
“Hate” can be found on every corner these days, often accompanied by fear; it seems these two go hand in hand. Fear of the unknown, hate toward a stranger. “He can’t have what is mine”, like we all would be still sitting in a big sandbox building sand castles. “Don’t touch me,” “Don’t invade my space.” We do sound like children, what are we scared off?