Migration: From Sri Lanka to Germany
For my family and me many things have changed. My
parents have risked a lot and in the process have lost much of what they
loved, like their family, their friends and their businesses. They spent
their childhood in Sri Lanka and lived there until they were 23 and 27
years old respectively. The war started in 1972, and it is still going
on today. It was and is a war between the Singhalese and the Tamils. The
Singhalese want to rule all of the country; the Tamils try to gain a state
for themselves. Basically, the Tamils only want peace.
As my parents lived in Jaffna [a city in Sri Lanka]
and the war came there, they fled with my brother and me. We said goodbye
to our family. Back then my brother was two years and I was two months
old. We considered going to India, but then we came to Germany. Back then,
in 1980, the first Tamils came here. Many of those who lived in this city
wanted to go to Canada. We considered it for a while, but then we stayed
here after all. We got to know friends here. About 60 Tamil families live
in this town.
My parents want to go back to Sri Lanka. They miss
their family. We, the children, would also like to get to know our family.
My little brother, who was born here, and I have never seen our grandparents.
Both my grandfathers died when my parents were still young. My father's
mother died when she was 78 years old. My older brother had the good luck
to get to know Grandmother. We always spoke on the phone. We talked about
us going to see her one day, but it is too late now. I have one grandmother
left, and we or at least I do not want to make the same mistake. We will
visit her before she leaves us. I resolved to do this when my other grandmother
died, and I would like to carry it out.
Of course we also have other relatives whom we miss
terribly. But my parents do not only miss them but also their hobbies
and their jobs, the things they were trained to do. My father studied
economics, my mother music. She taught her nieces music. Mother wanted
to teach me too but I'm not the type for it.
Of course there are many people who do not like dark-skinned
people. When my father still had a permanent job and was on the way to
work, they beat him up. He broke a finger. Or a short time ago I was insulted
by someone. Sometimes I ignore it, but it is rather bad when someone insults
me and I haven't done or said anything wrong.
My parents want me to be good at school. My father
says, after my A-levels I can go on studying somewhere else, in Canada
or in England. I can imagine this well but first I must pass my A-levels;
after that I will consider what I want to do. Until then I have a lot
of time. As I have relatives in various countries I can imagine it very
well.
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