All immigrant carries an entrepreneur. Everyone who leaves their homeland toward a new life in a strange country is ultimately someone who undertakes the adventure of a new life.
But in this text, I would like to make a distinction between the two. We live very close to Swiss patients with our cocky German, with Brazilians who were already known for a long time, Brazilians that we met in the bridges here and Portuguese residents (in truth, Carine who is nice, brings us closer to this gang). Excluding the Swiss, natives here, we can divide the group of immigrants basically into two: immigrants and entrepreneurs.
Entrepreneurs are those who came in search of a vibrant economy and valued currency. They work from sunshine to retirement or savings in Swiss francs and then return to Brazil or Portugal to live a better life than they had before. In this group, the Brazilians, due to the changes in laws, have decreased considerably. But, the Portuguese groups only increase.
The second group is the one that came from suitcase and gourd and immigrated to stay. As many Europeans did towards Brazil in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries.
As a Brazilian in Switzerland, I recognize myself and my family as immigrants and not as entrepreneurs. We are people who left Brazil in search of a new place (idealized or not) to undertake life, in search of a new life. We brought what we could, including dreams and expectations with the future.
We struggle every day for good living: our daily money, integration into the community, learning the written rules (laws and norms and the unwritten rules of this new cultural space. We struggle with language, with cultural differences, with the frustrations and idealizations and with the surprises of new good things not foreseen.
Anyway, we came to stay. Between mistakes and correctness, learn to live in the new land and, from there, as my ancestors did in Brazil, guarantee a better life for the children and a good life for the grandchildren (if they do come).
The key to success in this process, which is not an expedition undertaken by the 20 in search of money, but a process of deconstructing a way of living and building a new model, is integration. To recognize, to dive, to experience the new culture in which it is entangled.
As I said in other posts, most Brazilians here are women, married to a European. And, whether in search of a better life, a sea of illusions, or out of love, most of them did not come from a suitcase. The heart was in Brazil, not necessarily linked to patriotism, but to people, places, food, music, the way to live and live. Most of them spend the whole year working to spend 4 to 6 weeks of vacations in Brazil enjoying nephews, brothers, parents.
That is, they are neither immigrants nor entrepreneurs.
They are women who have built ties of 10 or 20 or 30 years with their European husbands, who have lived here for some time, have children, stepchildren, in-laws, brothers-in-law, friends, work, career and a structured life here. But at the same time, they could not abandon their dream of returning to the land as winners, in a better condition of life than they had before. They immigrated without bringing their hearts at all.
Some immigrants brought their children, who are now stepchildren of Europeans, usually children and young people who, at the age of 12 or 13, speak three or four languages on behalf of Swiss schools. While the mothers themselves, due to their conditions of origin speak Portuguese, whose writing was lost in time, and the local German dialect. Young people and children who, through the only partial integration of the mother, end up in a very suffering space of identity.
Portuguese is loaded with an accent and a short repertoire, while the local dialect does not have a form that allows it to blend indistinctly with the community. As if inside the brat (a) two opposing forces were in quarrel. When the father stays in Brazil, and even plays heavy with change, the question becomes even more difficult. The young man does not perceive, out of sheer lack of maturity, the opportunities he has around him in the new land, and yet he is seduced by the promises and compliments of his native land.
This conflicting game bars integration. For it to take place a delivery is necessary, it is necessary a process of abandonment of the previous one. Except that this experience can be perceived by the immigrant and by those who have remained as a lack of love. As a test of little importance given to what remained in the native country. But it is not.
Just as leaving the house of parents when you are an adult is not to stop loving, to integrate into the culture to which you immigrated, neither is it betrayal, abandonment, or lack of love. On the contrary, it is a proof of love for oneself. It is allowing yourself to build a good life around you.
Thus, getting rid of the guilt of immigrating is fundamental in the integration process. Release yourself and your kids of the guilt of immigrating is to allow one to see the love for the native land without the coverage of the feelings of debt and guilt. It is to allow oneself to love the new land and to be financially able to travel to the homeland with the money to go touring and lovingly by the country of origin. It is to be able to help the daughters to see their opportunities and future in the new earth and to help them to build affective bonds that transform them and natives of the new earth.
Finally, it is to accept the new residence with the promised land and to make fulfillment of this promise, conquer it, without guilt for what was left behind but with much love and whatsup.