Now that I’m back in New Zealand I feel far more swiss. These things are relative, I guess. But it helps that my birthday just happens to fall on the 1st of August – Swiss National Day.
Back in 1990 my mum was heavily pregnant and putting up decorations when she felt her first labour pains. It was the first time my family would celebrate abroad. I was born just before midnight.
So last weekend we got together again to celebrate (my birthday, Swiss National Day, and my father’s birthday) and what we lacked in geographical presence, we made up for in cultural iconography. I’m surprised mum didn’t go into labour again, considering all the work she put into the event.
It was a little weird celebrating this summer event in the middle of winter (we had to cancel the fireworks due to the rain). We may also have over-done it a little with the swiss patriotism, but we do what we can to stay connected. Even if it’s a tad OTT.