Where are you from?

February 1, 2013
(*This was one of the first posts I wrote. It’s the beginning of my story. I went back to read it, to get my writing mojo back so to speak and decided to add some links for more information. So, here is part of my story again… I’m thinking about reposting part two in three in the next few weeks, as well. Let me know if you’d like to read more!)

Where are you from? People ask me that all the time because of my accent. “Germany”, I always answer. Most of the time they will nod and smile and that’s it. But sometimes someone will ask “Where in Germany?” I always answer the same way and say “About two hours south of Berlin.” Nobody I have ever met, knows the little village I grew up in. If the person seems really interested, I will say “Near Leipzig.” But usually, they hear Berlin and that’s the end of it.

My story began in a sleepy, little town in what was then East-Germany. I was born and raised there and had what many would consider (myself included) an idyllic childhood. I was able to roam about with my friends, investigate the woods close to home and built forts. In the Winter, we’d go sledding on the hills, during Spring we would wait for the crocuses to bloom, during Summer go and pick cherries and eat them til we got sick to our tummies and in Fall do the same with apples.

I didn’t have a care in the world and didn’t really know what it meant to live “behind the wall”. I knew, there was another Germany and that we had aunts and cousins there, we weren’t allowed to see but none of that mattered, not to me or any of my friends, I imagine.

And then, the Wall fell and Germany reunited. I didn’t understand the repercussions of those events until much later. All I cared about was the yummy candy on the store shelves and the Barbie under our Christmas tree that year.

What I learned as time went on and I got older was that things weren’t so rosy for a lot of people. The federal state I lived in had one of the highest rates of unemployment, if not the highest in Germany. People were losing their jobs, friends, relatives …people we knew, and one of them was my mom.

So, when I was a Junior in High School my parents decided it was time for a change.Time to take a chance . They sat my sister and I down for a family discussion and let us know what had been on their minds. They wanted to know how we felt about moving to America?

Well, I will tell you how we felt…soon.

Stay tuned for the next installment!!!


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  • Kerry February 2, 2013 at 3:40 am

    Hey Susi! I loved this post and I can’t wait to read more 🙂

    • Susi February 3, 2013 at 12:55 pm

      Thanks, Kerry!

  • TBM February 7, 2013 at 10:51 am

    I love learning people’s stories. Can’t wait for more

    • Susi February 7, 2013 at 5:14 pm

      Thanks. I’ll post the other posts soon!

  • melissa February 8, 2013 at 11:01 am

    What a great story…and you totally left the readers hanging! I do hope I can find the rest of it!

    • Susi February 8, 2013 at 6:15 pm

      Melissa, thanks for reading. I will post the other parts soon. Glad you enjoyed it. 🙂