Like a celebrity, countries are excellent at putting out an image to the world of how they want to be seen. There’s the brazenly rugged terrain or the soft rolling hills, or the vibrant metropolis. No matter how a country decides to brand itself, there is always an element of truth, wishful thinking, a lie…
Category: Adult Cross Culture Kids
Adults who grew up between two cultures and constantly had to switch between their home culture and the culture they were living in, often making compromises between the two. These are our stories, through various lenses.
“No rising hill, or mountain grand, (No sloping dale, no northern strand)” – some random initial thoughts on Santa’s homeland
Finland, the land of (at least) 10,000 lakes, an endless space of forest and an educational system that has drawn accolades and reporters from around the world. And let’s not forget sauna, salmiakki and Santa (unless of course you’re from Denmark, Greenland or Iceland). The last three obviously figure in several countries but, just like…
The Po’boy as Metaphor for Finnish Society
But this was no Bono and the Corrs cover of Lee Hazlewood and Nancy Sinatra’s Summer Wine, this was essentially Summer Wind, something that maybe sounded similar to the untrained ear, but had no bearing in any way, shape or form on the original. Or as someone close to my heart – who would never utter a bad word against someone unless they absolutely had to – put it, “Jesus no! This is a toast. A toast with meat and some greens.”
Negotiating the State of Mind in Terms of Finland – from Love to Hate to (hopefully) Neutral Ground
As with every place I’ve ever lived in, Finland is at the tail end of my intense and unabridged hatred on bad days and severe displeasement on better ones. A combination of xenophobia and medical incompetence – which resulted in a 90% impairment on my quality of life for the past 18 months and hopefully…
Life Hack Homesickness – Tip 3: Find Your Local Cafe / Pub / Restaurant / Bar
In fact, pick several. Every city / town / village has at least one place where its people can come and exchange gossip over a drink of their preference, and if even long running TV shows and soaps are based around the concept of a local pub, there has to be something to it. Truth…
Life Hack Homesickness – Tip 2: Be a Tourist in Your Town
Truth is, I had never played tourist in Paris. The touristy places I visited were places of interest because of a certain exhibition or event, and the touristy places I’d frequented repeatedly were places that kind of just happened to be there and were attractive to me because of people, cafes or some energy that I liked. I always loved Sacré Cœur, but living so close meant that the path there was part of my fitness routine, as in I love walking and being asthmatic, this helped me gauge my fitness level on any given day.
Moving from the Cross-cultural to the Intercultural – finding your identity through language(s)
The problem is that too often people tend to associate identity and belonging with language, and will label the speaker accordingly. For my part, I don’t want to be labeled as being part of a culture I either rejected early on or have absolutely no connection to by virtue of its changed geography. I also don’t want to come across as assigning more value to one culture than another
The (un)Glamorous Notion of the TCK / CCK Conundrum
The Personal Experience that Set the Initial Identity I first came across the term TCK in college, when someone much older than me made me aware of the term. I devoured all the material available, only to realize that it ticked all the boxes. Caught between this culture and the next, check. Code switching on…
A Few Thoughts On Regular Hangouts
The thing with bars, pubs and cafes that become regular places is that they can provide that home away from home where nothing ever changes, or only changes slowly, and where – as an additional bonus – you can always put your hat while not having to worry about much of anything else. Unless you…
Tales from a Local Pub Intro – defining the purpose of this blog
I never realized it before, mainly because I didn’t think about it too much back then, but my last 2.5 years in Germany what kept me truly grounded -and quite frankly sane – was the fact that with my then best friend we had a few places at which we loved to hang out on…