After living in France for more than 35 years, I’m not sure I really know who I am any more. I mean in terms of nationality. When we go back to Australia on holidays, I feel a bit odd because I don’t know how things “work” any more. It always amuses Relationnel that I can’t recognise the coins. Here I am, with my Australian accent, saying to the person at the cash desk, “Is this a dollar? Is this 10 cents?”. Sometimes I actually get congratulated on my excellent English! I just say “thank you”.
But the funniest experience was when we were up in North Queensland in August 2009. We were staying in Cairns in a big hotel opposite the esplanade. I’d noticed all the barbecues along the waterfront but had no idea how to use them. So I asked a table of Australians about our age if they could show me how they worked. A lady very nicely came and explained and off we went to buy some steak.
We were eating away, having shown some young Koreans how to use the barbecue as well, when the same lady came over to see me. With great excitement, she showed me her digital camera, “Look! look who it is!”. But I can never see anything on those tiny screens anyway and it was already nighttime. “I’m sorry, but I can’t see it very well”. “It’s Kevin Rudd!”, she said, bubbling over with the thrill of it all. And you know the punch line already, because you’ve seen the title of the post. What was my response ? “Who’s Kevin Rudd?”
She looked at me in utter bewilderment, “Aren’t you Australian?” “Yes”, I replied, smiling sweetly. “Oh”, she said. “Well, he’s the Prime Minister”. Then, regaining her lost excitement, “He just stopped by and had a beer with us!” “Ah”, I replied, “That’s very nice”. She went off rather dispiritedly. I’d obviously put a damper on the occasion.
As we were leaving, after being visited by a friendly curlew, a group of young Germans stopped us and said they’d been told they couldn’t have alcohol on the beach and wanted to know whether it was really true. “Well”, I replied, “it seems that the Prime Minister just came by and he had a beer. So I don’t see why you can’t!”.
I’ve been keeping up more with Australian politics since then. I know who Julia Gillard is. She’s a woman after all. And she and Rudd have both hit the French newspapers! Not that either of them can rival with Marine Le Pen and Sarkozy!
Was he once Prime Minister??
I wish I didn’t know who Kevin Rudd was! I miss France so much. I want to live there too
Let’s hope you will one day!
Ha ha, love it! I feel much the same way, having now lived in the UK for longer than I lived in Melbourne, but still carrying an Australian passport…
Yes, it felt funny the day I’d lived longer in France than in Australia!
Wish I had your problem Fraussie :)…to have lived in France so long ..not sure of the oz currency,nor familiar with a prior Prime Minister. Big day in Australian politics tomorrow 🙂
Cheers Jill
I’ll be following what happens!
Difficile de vivre dans un hémisphère et de suivre ce qui se passe dans l’autre, même si vous êtes toujours australienne ! Il est suffisamment difficile de suivre l’actualité politique française me semble-t-il… Au fait, je reprends confiance dans mon anglais mais pas suffisamment pour m’aventurer à répondre dans cette langue. Un jour, peut-être…
I’m sure the time will come when you’ll post in English.
Is this the same Kevin Rudd who was in Paris announcing new educational links between France and Australia ?
– A closer partnership in the pursuit of knowledge
I’m glad I told my story now – after the landslide vote today, no one will know who Kevin Rudd is in six months’ time!
Great story about the barbie, the beer, and Kevin Rudd in Queensland! I miss Australia in many ways, but never the Labour ‘backroom’ politics.
Cheers to a great country.
I quite agree about the Labour “backroom” politics!
I always feel a bit foreign when I go back to Canada. When I was in the UK it was hard to explain to people that I was Canadian but kind of French too and I found myself comparing life in the UK to life in France. I never realy lived in Canada as an adult so it’s hard to compare anything with it.
Yes, I can imagine it must have been even more confusing being Canadian in the UK via France!