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In December 2008, a writing competition on "Cross-cultural interaction" instead. The winners were on 12 December in the town library Duisburg announced. All the winning articles can be found in the appendix of the new IBIB
Here is the winning text:



palpitations á la multicultural

A support group for multicultural relations, that's it. Unfortunately, it exists so far only under the name "Mama" and the scene is the living room. The loaded cartridge seems to prejudice the position "different culture" and "different mentality" to hang.
scenarios of the oppressed and displaced women are projected onto the inner screen and I find myself even here, I think for a moment that this whole "issue" far too many problems with it brings and should I leave it perhaps be better . But only for a short moment. Is very often the word "former" in front of the monotonous speech of my mother. "Is it still the same as before", I ask myself. "Can it be the same as before, today, in an age of globalization? "" Exceptions prove the rule, "they would say. Also, I reel off my cassette with the usual counter-arguments that she did not know and they are all just prejudice, you have to give everyone a chance. She looks at me with a worried look. I know what she thinks. It keeps me naive and blinded by my rose-colored glasses. We could continue this game of pro and contra arguments now forever. I wonder how sincere this whole "coexistence of various cultures" is really meant. Play all of us not themselves something to do? Do we want this "togetherness" at all?

For me he is a "normal" boy, like everyone else. "Europeanized", as one friend called it. Of course, not specifically "quite normal", but on his way because he's my boy. We can laugh at absurdity and talk seriously, and all without wasting even a thought of any cultural differences. Needless to say we would. Needless it is at least when I'm with him. I'll tell him not. On the one hand, because I'm afraid that he understood it wrong, but then also because I understand my mother a bit can. I understand that she is worried about "her little girl." But these concerns should not be an issue between me and him.

For my other friends, this relationship seems the most normal thing in the world to be. I was also never asked only a single one of them, if it does not bother me that my friend belongs to a different culture. In the end we all have the same problems: the existence of fear, fear of loss and the fear of his life not to use sufficient and appropriate. These rather big worry is joined by the many little everyday problems. In these respects we are all equal. Click to play different cultures do not matter. What matters is, but only and the mere fact that the other understands him and help him with some fun.

Is it comforting that I seem not to be the only one who is struggling with the problem of culture merge because of fluttering butterflies in your stomach?
Not really! Actually, it's sad that today is still so much distrust and so many Vorturteile exist between people. I would certainly not call for world peace or "Make love not war" to any spray house walls. But a bit more confidence and a bit more honesty our intercultural coexistence would certainly do well. The time is right, but people are it yet, so it seems.
write someday I might even have a text on the subject, after I married an Indian, my children grew up in Sweden, and if my cat is from Poland.

Vanessa Pudlo
Year 12
Städt. Max-Planck-Gymnasium