There is nothing more mentally exhausting than being in a room full of people speaking a language one doesn’t quite understand.
Listening, mentally registering words in your mind. Smiling, because there is just no other polite face to make in this situation. Relaxing in your chair, because being on the edge is no point, you still won’t laugh when everybody else laughs. Trying hard to stay awake, even though the constant flow of voices and unfamiliar words slowly rocks you into a numb slumber..
Gatherings of these sorts are the most extremely tiring thing that makes you want to sleep all day long.
I promised myself when I started travelling, discovering this that I, myself, would do everything in my power not to put people in this situation. To always stand by and help translating to make sure nobody is left out.
I know that I failed sometimes, but it was ALWAYS with the very best intentions to include everyone as much as possible.
I guard these lessons close to my heart, to live by!
So, my message to all of you immigrants out there in my country today, is that
I feel you!
More often than not, I put myself in these kind of challenging language situations. It is just who I am. My curiosity drives me and never ceases. So I have been in your shoes. However there is one crucial difference between us that separate us.
I do it voluntarily! For many of you it wasn’t a choice!
So, to all of you out there who came to Sweden involuntarily, through war or crisis, with a will to survive and start over. To all of you who truly is struggling with this complicated language of mine, doing everything in your power to adopt out customs and ways of expression.
Respect!
You are incredibly brave and I honor you who give everything while taking these steps into my culture.
My experience has always been a choice, yours is not. I know this. I respect you deeply and promise you that from my part I will do everything I can to make it easier for you!
Respect!