Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Am Anfang, Polen Vorbereitung 16-09-2014


For the nine months prior to entering Poland territory I was residing in multiple homes and cities throughout Germany. I started in Marburg, Germany where I studied the German language with another UWSP Study Abroad group. In Marburg I met a great mix of friends that became my new family. My German language skills improved a lot during my stay, although I still have a long way to go. In addition to Marburg, I spent a long period of time in Tübingen, where I lived with the father of a close German friend of mine (One who I met years back). And also I lived in Frankfurt at the family home of a girlfriend I met in Marburg. During my time in Germany I had the chance to speak with various people I met about Poland. I received a number of different responses. One person I spoke too, who is a Political Science major in Marburg and has a great knowledge of history, gave me an hour-long history lesson about the way early Poland developed and broke apart. Many of both polish and german people I spoke with quickly warned me to take care of my things while I am here; they claimed that Poland is well known to be full of thieves. One of the most extreme statements I heard in Germany about Poland is that I could be kidnapped and then sold into sex slavery! So maybe I won't get kidnapped, but overall I was advised not to walk anywhere alone at night. In mid summer I spoke (in German) with Beata, a woman who grew up in Poland. She taught me a number of small tips, like the grocery stores and mannerisms of sorts. From her I also learned that about 95% of the Polish are catholic. This was a little concerning to me because I don't have a religious background and also felt that I would not fit in with the strong religious beliefs. I was nervous that the conservative values would possibly be still strongly instilled in many of the Polish today. In all, I did not receive the most positive reviews on Poland as a country. After having a tearful goodbye to the loved ones I met in Germany, all I could hope on the plane was that Poland would paint out to become a more colorful and positive place than the fearful images that had instilled itself into my imagination.

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