Not sure whether it is good to tell this, on the other hand: if itÜs not, what is the relation worth anyway?I enjoy being in an intercultural relation as they call it. It is super weird, funny, chaotic and always new. In short you learn a lot from it, like from any other relation, and still a bit more. I learn about culture. About history. About ways of life and habits, traditions, tastes, flaws and behaviors of people from a different part of the world- super far away and therefore somehow magical- which I never truly thought of for long before.

Nevertheless I have to say- still concerned about the consequences of this one- sometimes I just had enough already. May the input get too big or the bearing too heavy- sometimes I might just miss something constant in my days. Something familiar. Something to approach without any regards just knowing what to do.What do I mean? Well, I`m a German. What a heavy sentence. As a German life may not always as easy as it seems. Especially in my situation with an- let`s call it international partner- I sometimes doubt my self. It is the unstoppable German fear of being racist in a way that could be so subtile, that one does not recognize it oneself. This is why I personally need some reflections on my actions, words and thoughts to rethink whether they might be discriminating towards someone. Don`t misunderstand please. I would never want to discriminating someone- especially my boyfriend. But still