• Europasionaria

    May 9th, 2010EuropasionariaEurope

    I’ve often wondered why it was that I was so irresistibly attracted by Europe.

    I’ve always liked learning languages, English in particular – I never got German. When I was a teenager, I remember that whenever there was a foreigner in a group, I would become the designated interpreter, as most often I was the only one able to speak decent English. I liked it. Then I chose not to study languages as I thought that speaking several languages was just something everybody should be able to do. So I chose to study politics, ironically a topic everyone has an opinion on.

    I remember that as a child I wondered what it meant exactly to be French. Did it mean that other people were not French? How was that even possible? And what would it be like to not be French? Yes I was the kind of kid that always asks “why”. That hasn’t changed.

    My grand-father, the sergeant (third one from the left with the kepi hat)

    I remember my school trip to Germany when I was 16. My great grandfather died in World War I. My Spanish grandfather fought in the Civil War and when in France, joined the Résistance. My French grand-father fought during World War II. My parents remember Nazi soldiers coming to their home. So when I arrived in Berlin at the age of 16, I was still quite full of prejudices against the Germans, maybe even more so than most French people. Then something happened. I spent a week having fun with German kids of my age. And I realised something: we might be of a different nationality and a different culture. We might not speak the same language. But in the end, we were not that different. Actually, we were pretty much the same. That’s one of the first times I felt truly European.

    Then I never got rid of the bug. I knew one day I would live in another European country. Since then I have lived in several European countries. Home, Paris, the French feel familiar, and warm at times, but I feel better abroad. I like to be surprised by cultural difference every day I live. I like to go to a party and be able to speak something other than French. That doesn’t often happen at home.

    Where did that irresistible need for otherness come from? Is it because I am myself of foreign origin? Is it because when I was a child I heard my grandfather and my nanny speak Spanish? Is it because right from the start, I knew I was different?

    Wherever it comes from, one thing is for sure: Europe is my passion.

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  • So there are French/Spanish who write blogs in English… Watch for Mr Sarkozy- he will not like it 🙂

    write more about where you really come from… How was a Spanish-French baby created 🙂

    good luck!



    • I feel so much happier now I untdsreand all this. Thanks!


    • Da hast du ungefähr fünf Mal mehr Bilder gemacht als ich :)! Und dann auch noch so schöne. Gut, dass du dich doch noch zu einem Post durchgerungen hast. Und schön, dass du am Sonntag Hallo gesagt hast. Nächstes Mal haben wir dann hoffentlich mehr Zeit!


    • Tobi,I have followed you ever since you set foot in the Kindel High Point showroom a couple of years ago. Like Dorothy, you are an amazing businesswoman balancing family and career. Unlike Dorothy, you add social media into that mix and how impressive that you can accomplish it all. Thank you for the wonderful blog post today.


    • 147Ahhhh, na capital!!! Ainda hei de vir. Não conheço…que ótima desculpa para conhecer vcs duas…Até q parece a KK, mas MUITO mais feminina e graciosa… além de mandar bem em tantas coisas…vc viu só o que fizeram com o apt?…bjs,c


  • Europasionaria

    Hi Maciek!
    Glad you enjoyed the post, and thanks for encouraging me in this writing direction. I will for sure respond to your request in a future blogpost!


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