The German Experience

          Ever since I was a child, I wanted to go to Germany. I think it all started in primary school, where I was asked if I wanted to go there with a friend for the Christmas holidays. The trip never happened but I got it into my mind that one of these days, I was going to Germany…..

          Through the internet, I found many au pair/nanny sites that I could leave a profile on and if families were interested, they would contact me. I started corresponding with a family who lived near Munich and after a couple of months, they asked if I would like to come work for them.

          I was so excited. I organised my visa and my plane ticket straight away. I didn’t tell my family until it was too late for them to do anything to change my mind. At first, they were horrified that I had organised this over the internet. But there was nothing they could do….

          Those two weeks were the best time I had in Germany. When I share my story, people are really surprised. They ask: Why Germany? What is your interest in that country? Can you speak the language?

          I tell them I have always been interested in the country. Its history fascinates me. If we don’t learn from our past, how are we to move into the future? And no, I don’t speak German. I can understand a little but don’t ask me to speak the language.

I often get told they’ve never heard of any Aboriginal person who has travelled overseas. Most times, I am the first Aboriginal person they know who has. When people exclaim, “Oh, I didn’t know Aboriginal people travelled overseas!” it’s an insult. I don’t like being stereotyped into a category. It makes me wonder. Do people really think that all Aboriginals walk around naked in the bush, with their spears? It makes me wonder who really is the ignorant one? 

                                        Yaritji Green

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