Monday morning saw me sat in the German embassy in London, waiting my turn to speak to somebody behind some glass about my application for a German passport. It is harder than I thought it would have been, baring in mind that was my second appointment this year and I walked out empty handed again.
To hear me speak my pathetic attempt at the German language you would not have a clue about my background. My mother speaks fantastic fluent German. My Grandmother has German as her mother tongue. As did my Grandfather. My mothers parents were both born on German soil. Making my mother German. She holds a British passport. She was born in Kenya.
My Grandmother is not too keen on me living in Berlin. She was born in Köln. I think she liked it there until it got really bad.
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