Leave Germany and it feels like Africa.

I'm sitting in a cab of a Congolese cab driver. I am always suprised how much there is to learn from the person in the front seat during a 10 minute cab drive.

Today I learned about borders. A Congolese cab driver fleeing Congo to find better luck in Europe. I am not so sure if he found it. He misses Congo. For twenty years now.

He started in Wuppertal. In Germany. And he loved it. He loved Wuppertal. But he did not find good luck. Economically seen.

So, today he moved to Brussels. Just a border away. We think. I think. But to a Congolese cab driver it felt like moving back to Congo.

Everything in Germany was structured. He says. Everything. The streets. The office hours. And if they say they open at 9, they really do open at 9. If they say they'll help you, they do. If you choose a government, you get one.

He misses the structure. Cause at least coming from the chaos in Congo, Europe - or better Germany - brought him structure. And now he's back to off...It did not take more than crossing one European border in a cab...

And it feels like Africa.

Waaaaw. And we wonder if we'll loose our cultural identity in Europe? The differences are as big from one country to the other as from Europe to Africa. Says the Congolese cab driver.