I’m
a secret sucker for national stereotypes. “Germans leave their towels on
sunlounges.” “Germans eat sausages all the time.” “Germans love The Hoff.” I
get it all the time. While helping her sort some chopped wood, an English woman
living in the south of Spain once said to me “Germans are great at stapling
wood. They are actually generally good with wood.” After contemplating secretly
about changing my Twitter bio to ‘Good with wood’, I nodded slightly, saying
“Well, some are, others ain’t.” while trying to figure out if her comment was a
euphenism or just another innocent but slightly patronising national
stereotype. Hopefully the later.
My
favourite random British stereotype is ‘Brits are too embarrassed to get their
kit off in public and would rather die than visiting a mixed sauna’ – which is
of course not true. Well, at least not for a very small percentage of Brits.
In 1995 I
was living in Berlin, had my band’s first record out and thought I'd be a minor
rock star forever. 22 years later I live in Bristol UK, married with two kids
and work in ‘Digital’. Between these two fix points something happened that I like
to call The Crazy Ride: People were born, people died, money was earned and
wasted, relationships blossomed, broke down and got rescued, tears, laughter,
nervous breakdowns, playing basketball backstage with two Beastie Boys while
Sonic Youth were watching, playing with their little daughter... epic failures
and occasional success.. the life. You'll never really know. The future is
unwritten. I wasted a lot of time in my life with the past or the future when I
should have paid more attention to the present. We all know these things... but
they are actually really hard to live by. If, when, why and what, how much have
you got... should have could have would have... life is now. Life is here. And
if you do the right [or wrong] thing now, it will change the presence and
future forever.
The last 20 years feel to me like maximal 5 years. And the
last 5 years of having kids feel like 5 months. ‘Time’ is a very bendy concept,
as is ‘home’. Home is where you can be yourself. Home is where you are being
loved and accepted based on who you really are. Home is unpretentious. Home is
not a country or any other physical place. Home is a state of mind. As is
‘identity’. I always felt like, as a German, I had some sort of ‘loser
identity’. Starting and losing two world wars [not myself, but you know what I
mean] is not a great achievement back catalogue to prance about. I always
envied other countries like Sweden and Austria, who were highly complicit in
past tragedies but then seemed to just crack on as if nothing really happened
while Germany was being looked at like the naughty psychopath child that has
been done unspeakable things and now has to spend the rest of its life on the
naughty step. I always hated being German and I always hated looking back
because everything that was great and nice to look back to was tarnished by the
big brown elephant in the room.
It took me about 10 years of living in the UK to fully
realise how backwards, conservative and anti-future this country can be.
Shocking really. While Germany was slowly waking up and started looking forwards,
the general vibe in the UK is to look backwards. Reassuring sentimentality. Have
a cuppa and a biscuit, Antiques Roadshow is on in a minute.
Small town England is not swinging. It never really did. It
might never will. And I always felt the same about Germany.
Of course there are exceptions, but it's easy to be fooled
by my social media bubble. Most of my Brit friends are somehow progressive and at
least occasionally interested in new things. They vote Labour or Green Party
and most of them don't think that kids, foreigners and old people are a
nuisance. They love to travel and learn about other people and their cultures.
They don't need a constant Spitfire flyby to feel British and understand their
place and meaning in the global village - but we seem to be a minority.
I hate generalisations. Nothing good ever comes from
generalisations, but in socio/politics it’s almost impossible to think in a
wider sense without generalising. Terrible, I know.
We now live in very complex societies that are largely undermined
and driven by fear, paranoia and greed. Most of the media is not our friend.
Shopping and consuming have largely replaced living and creating. Mobile
internet access, our blessing and curse. Modern life is awesome and rubbish at
the same time. You need to have your bullshit detector constantly on full
power. I can only imagine what it must be like to be a teenager nowadays, finding
your way in a world that has in theory everything on offer: All the music, all
the ideas, all the truth and all the lies, but also creates massive pressure on
everybody who doesn't fit in with the norm. Normcore is the new black while
everybody is encouraged to “show their personality”. The UK is a society that
celebrates “eccentricity”, but only if it’s rich people. Well, I don’t know
many poor eccentrics. Most of them are called “bums”.
Both of my daughters are currently being introduced to UK
state education. Church of England School. I'm equally excited and terrified by
that. Their brains will somehow be washed and we have to make sure that their
wild spirits won't get crushed by some empty-head bullies. It's hard to let a
wild spirit roam free in a paranoid society. I know, I'm her dad and she
sometimes does my head in.
I thought I'd mellow when older but whenever I look around,
I see shit happening all the time and it drives me mad: Pathetic workmanship,
bad design, crap service, lazy solutions, broken promises, feckless enrichment,
quick solutions, short cuts and every piece of shit made out of thin plastic..
things that are easy to use and last for a lifetime seem to be suspicious in
modern society.
Simplicity. Less choice. Craftsmanship. Empathy. Patience.
Time. Love. I need nothing else from Santa.
I am 50 now and I spend lots of my energy on fighting the
grumpy, frustrated English-speaking German bastard raging inside of me. To stay
positive and strong and keep up with my exhausting but hilarious and awesome
family. How did I even manage to live till half of a century? It shows that you
can completely ignore most advice and still end up in the right place. I
declare 2017 the year of metamorphosis. Change. Improvement. Evolution baby.
Revolution of the self. If we want to change the world, we need to firstly
change ourselves.
I am slowly
finding out what I actually want and need. Very slowly. I am a crap learner; I
mostly learn from mistakes. Looks like there's still a lot of mistakes to be
made.
My name is Ingo Bousa. Hans Ingo Maria Bousa, to
be correct. Since more than a decade I live and work mostly in England. I like
it here. Well, let’s say for now ‘I used to liked it here’.