I love Germany

As you may have gathered in previous instalments, I lived in France, Belgium, Greece, New Zealand, before being called by Germany. All of that at different times indeed. These were not tourist visits. These were long term stays where I grew roots and fully developed social activities. I always considering myself privileged and thankful to be able to roam the Earth, when I was accepted or not. As it happens the only place I came back to, and left because I felt not accepted, was my birth country: France. What I write today has little to do with the latest episode of unrest that ripples through France. Although these have highlighted for me stark differences that I must acknowledge for myself, and voice out for my own benefit again. Indeed I hope it will resonate with other people, but that's not the point. From very young age, French people always seemed deeply unsatisfied to me, always on strike here or there, for this or that, and always destroying stuff around: from science labs in…