One of the hardest things about coming home is the racist comments from people around me. I grew up in a small town in the Danish countryside where the main population is pale Danish citizens. It’s not like everyone is against foreigners and mostly they relate to Middle Eastern refugees who hate Denmark and our open talk about their religion (The Danish journalists did make a lot of trouble a few times when teasing religious groups but that’s another story) when they talk about foreigners at all. I try to not listen too much but our town just received a bunch of depressed and scared Syrian refugees and many of the people I work with just don’t understand why they have to come here and “take” our stuff. I feel like I have to defend these people, probably mostly because I have been abroad and seen difficult lives of others.
I’d just given up the thought of going to university in China so I needed a new plan. I didn’t want to cancel my tickets to China so I decided to call my friend who had just graduated from the same bachelor as I was studying right now. I told her about my backpacking/work as a volunteer-idea and she was thrilled. She told me exactly what I needed to hear to move on from my depressed state of mind.
That day when I’d just received another disappointing email from the Chinese university. I’d excitingly opened the email but the excitement was fast replaced by disappointment. Another foggy answer with no real help from the international office. I leaned back towards the chair, looked out of the window while the tears started falling down my cheek.
You know you’re in China when ..
When thinking about where to stay in a new city, I always consider my two options; to order in advance or just go there and see what’s free. I usually choose the internet because an online booking should make sure that I’ve a place to stay during the night. Well, this is not always true.