The first two months of our lives
together started out as what may resemble a
typical love story. But suddenly we were
catapulted into a world which is unfamiliar
to most Americans.
Marco and I met on the internet. It's hard
to explain the immediate connection we felt
toward each other, but it was blatantly
there. After only two months and literally
thousands of typed pages later, I was on my
way to Europe for the first time. I had
never had much interest in Germany. I would
have much rather been heading to some place
a little more exotic, but I was following
my heart which didn't lend me much choice.
It's hard to look your best and refreshed
after such a long flight, but it didn't
matter....even though we were meeting face
to face for the first time. What I was
about to experience would become the best
day of my life. My dreams were finally
coming true and I didn't realize it at the
time, but I would learn to love Germany.
A few weeks later, Marco was on his way to
New Orleans. Even though I have spent most
of my life in big cities, I've always been
a country boy at heart and I knew that he
would have to accept that part of me, not
to mention...tolerate my boisterous and at
times "difficult" family. I probably over
did it his first trip though. New Orleans
can be challenging for anyone, but I
decided to culturally submerge him anyway.
From Bourbon Street to alligator infested
canoe trips, snakes and being awakened at 3
o'clock in the morning by some of the
loudest insects on the planet...none of it
was too shocking for him. I felt like I was
experiencing life...for the very first
time. After my family didn't send him
packing...I was really in love. I would
need no more convincing that he was the one
for me. It was the first time my family had
seen me truly happy. I had always wanted
that. I wish my mom had had the chance to
see it too.
Marco was immediately accepted as part of
the family. But, it was all about the same
time that we were catapulted into the very
frightening world of being a bi-national
gay couple. Being American, I thought I
would find a way for us, because our
"system" protects it's own, but I couldn't.
We were torn, and our hearts were ripped to
peices. Dead end after dead end, we knew It
would not be easy for us. His visa was
running out soon and I would have to figure
out a way once we got back to Germany. The
only thing I knew for certain at that point
was that we would not be separated.
That will soon be six years ago. We have
exhausted every legally imaginable route
possible trying to figure out a way to
return, but it isn't going to happen. After
Hurricane Katrina, Marco got a 3 month
visa. We sold everything, quit our jobs and
went home to help my family clean up. The 3
months went by fast and 3 days before his
visa was to expire (again) we had to say
goodbye to our family. We didn't have
anything to return to in Germany, so we
threw on our backpacks and for the next
year headed south...all the way to Costa
Rica. We knew we couldn't do this forever,
but it was nice to escape the feeling that
America and it's people had completely
turned their back on us. We really didn't
have many other options either.
Dad called us in Costa Rica and said he was
getting married. Mom had died a few years
before and he was 68. I was excited to be
his "best man", but the day we returned
home through Houston was not our lucky day.
To make a long story short, Marco's
previous stay was being questioned. Marco
explained his purpose of being in America a
year before and that he had been there to
help my family clean up after Hurricane
Katrina. But immigration officials didn't
buy it and accused him of "working for room
and board" and went on to say that what he
had done was against federal immigration
law. He couldn't tell them that I was
supporting him, that would have made it
even worse. They physically separated us
for the first time in our lives. Grant
it...it was only for a day, but it was the
day we decided to leave America for good.
As an American, it is excruciatingly
painful to wake up and realize that you are
purposefully being excluded from the
pursuit of happiness, not to mention, life,
liberty and justice for all. But, for the
sake of sanity; for the time being, we've
had to put that part of our lives far
behind us. We packed up our hopes, our
dreams and our money and returned to
Germany, because we knew it would be a safe
place for us. We were both desperate for
some sense of normalcy too.
We're married now and we both have jobs
here. I quit resisting and finally learned
the language. Munich is our home. Perhaps,
one day, we will return to America, but not
until we have the freedom to do so...as a
family. (photo: personal; Mardi Gras 2005,
Patrick and Marco together since: March
2004)
Tags: USA, Germany