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