It has been brought to my attention that because several people liked my journal entries (which served as part of my Global Studies coursework in Germany), I should disseminate them to the public. So, I will start day by with an entry and a few relevant photos (if I can get them to work)
5.31.2009
International travel affords one the opportunity literally “rub shoulders” with people of diverse nationalities and backgrounds. Upon the awkward accommodation to complete strangers on the flight over from Dallas, I experienced such an interaction. Seated next to me was a clean-cut gentleman who shared that he was returning to active duty in Kosovo. On the other side of him sat a German couple who were very curious about what exactly drove him to such heights of patriotism.
My immediate reaction was one of humility and gratefulness, realizing that the service of countless individuals just like this one allotted me the freedom to travel abroad. While I do not at all intend to be disloyal to my America roots, I soon questioned whether or not my own upbringing had led to me to feel this way.
In contrast to this American patriot, was the experience of our German row-mates. In order prevent any further nationalistic Nazi build-up, post-war policies deemed any show of patriotism distasteful. Thus, according to my own observations, built into the German psyche for some has been reluctance to display any signs of national pride. That is, until the World Cup in 2006. According to this particular couple, nationalism became acceptable as stadiums proudly displayed the colors of the German flag.
In conclusion, this has led me to understand just how one’s thinking can be heavily influenced by time and nationality. I had always thought pride in one’s own country was the proper duty of any citizen.. This deep-seated experience began my trip by opening up mind to customs, politics, and culture other than my own.
Our (weary) crew upon arrival to the Frankfurt Airport.
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