Reissumies, most definitely!
No, not a similar story; Billy Joel had nothing to do with me moving to Germany
We are both about 50 now. Back then, I was working for a Finnish telecommunications company (make an educated guess...) in several countries, found myself from Rome. Angie, my dear wife, born and raised in former East-Germany, had never been abroad except in Soviet Union and Poland, and then suddenly the Wall was down and she could travel to West, first time, to meet relatives who had escaped late 40's, long before she was born. She suddenly heard she had a big apartment in Rome, left to her by her unmarried uncle in his will, and rents from that apartment since mid-60's. So she packed her coffers, bought a car and drove to the eternal city, place she had always thought never to see. Rang doorbell of that apartment, met a nice also German lady, who told she'd been waiting, she could move away in a week so Angie could have the place for herself.
Rest is history. Canova's café in Piazza Popolo, me with a laptop (portable computer sounds better, those days "laptops" were quite big), an "Ossie Frau" who had keen interest in everything Western stops by and points to the computer, nodding and saying "Super!" (she could only German and Russian then). We sat down together for a Campari, talking more with hands than words, for I was not so fluent in German then as today. She was so childlike intersted in computers, and everything else, could not believe me when I told we could drive to airport and buy tickets and fly to London that very moment if we wanted. No permission needed.
Why am I telling this? Because this story is for me always nice to tell. The nice part is this: same café, a week later, sitting together and enjoying Roman spring as everyday since that first meeting a week earlier. I had decided to not let it go further because I already knew I was going to be transferred back to Finland on any day. But then she asked if I would like to move in to her place, why keep two apartments if we were together every day. I said yes, that's a good idea, and called already later same afternoon to my boss and gave my notice. I stayed, working for each and everyone who had something to offer. Was still married then but papers were already filed, I had three short marriages in 70's and 80's.
Some years later Angie's mother had a really bad stroke back home in Leipzig, and needed help, so without thinking it we moved to Leipzig. I established a consulting company with a Swedish friend of mine then living in Berlin (only 80 minutes with car). Retired this May, got two milder ones and one really bad stroke myself in August and September (three strokes in 8 weeks). Now recovering, still using computer only with trackball and on-screen keyboard (left arm and hand still not working)
Under my avatar, above the flags of my native Finland and our home state Saxony you can read I'm a Finnish immigrant here. An immigrant, not ex-pat. Immigrant stays, does not return home. Ex-pat is a temporary status, somebody who plans to return home. For me, home is more state of mind than a place; home is where Angie is.
Sorry, we old geeks are soooo nostalgic.
Let's go to a few big ones when I'm in Finland next time
I'm famous here because of these off topic posts of mine. To please moderators, I'll try to return to the topic: I think you just have to live with that Finglish Audacity. Sorry.