Going back to my roots

I was supposed to go and see a Cuban band on Saturday night, but in the end did not make it, my heart wasn’t in it.  Rafa flew to New York the next day for the Icaro film festival that he founded in Guatemala many years ago, and I found myself with the children in a beautiful park in Nottingham, where by chance I got to hear a great local band reminding me of how much I love our cool urban edgy multi-cultural music.  As I looked over to my 3 little ones contentedly devouring their mister Whippee icecreams, I felt strangely contented too.  As I swayed to the music, Paulo gave me a nervous glance.  Mummy please don’t start dancing, he said.

Happy with their British icecream

Afterdark Movement

Just as I didn’t expect to be leaving my country pregnant 10 years ago, I didn’t expect to be arriving back here unplanned with my husband and three children a couple of months back, but here I am living in middle England …… literally!

We had planned a holiday back to the UK and France for a month but ended up with 5 huge suitcases and 2 small ones like shell-shocked refugees on our friend’s boat on the Thames in London.  But just as we had left Cuba surrounded by love and support we arrived to the same in the UK!  Thanks to all our wonderful family and friends who were absolutely there for us, listening to our crazy tales of another world that was beginning to sound more and more like something so weird and wrong that it was fading fast.

Going through a lock on the way to Tower Bridge

Then we headed down to Devon, finding it difficult to enjoy our stay on the beautiful Jurassic coast with grandparents, as we were still being bombarded with lies and libel online from people who should have known better.  But when Rafa finally got chance to write his document telling the truth, they all shut up and really should be totally ashamed of themselves.  But as I have realised in the last few weeks, some people have no shame. But we splashed on the beaches, ate ice cream, cream teas and fish and chips, found fossils, visited donkey sanctuaries and really did our best to salvage some kind of holiday.  The children were unsettled and anxious, and I still felt angry about how their lives had been turned upside down by a few deeply vain and selfish people.  But as the days passed I stopped waking up with a knot in my stomach that had been put there by so much injustice.

Hanging out in Devon

Chocolate chip icecream on the beach

Saskia in a place called Beer

Next we moved on to Nottingham, my old university city and where I had spent many happy family Christmases in my aunt and uncle’s beautiful house.  We decided to stay, as my wonderful aunt and kindred spirit had a little house for us to live in and we had to start looking in earnest for schools to bring some normality back to my children’s lives.  We bought a car, spent a lot of time in the school admissions department of the council, met some new friends, had lots of fun and lovely dinners with my aunt as we waited for our house to be fixed up for us.  The children were still anxious and naughty and would not sleep ……….. but bit by bit everything fell together.  But it was weird to be the one in charge, the Brit back in her own country and language.

In Newstead Abbey Lord Byron's gaff

My new view

Now we are in a lovely little house, Saskia has a free nursery place at the end of the road, we are registered with a doctor round the corner, have found a dentist for the first time in 2 years and finally at the last moment the boys got a place in a school less than 10 minutes drive away.  We found some old carpet tiles in a rubbish skip, Rafa cleared out the cellar, carpeted it and we have installed the boys a Lego den downstairs.  Second hand Lego from Ebay helping the healing!  The children are amazingly happy in their school and have friends from Afghanistan, Somalia, Jamaica and a few from England.  We enrolled in a beautiful little public library 2 minutes away, so they are forgetting about all the books they left behind too!  I still have the odd pang when I see something in someone’s kitchen that I used to have or the children ask me where something is and I have to say, Mummy couldn’t fit everything in the suitcases …..

The first to start school

At times during my ten years away I worried that my children would never know what it was like to be British, so I say thank you to serendipity for this unexpected but strangely welcome opportunity and I intend to make the most of it.  Not long to go until Guy Fawkes Bonfire Night (a truly British event) and maybe my children will get to see snow this Christmas, something I’ve been promising them for many years.

The next to go ..... love the smart new uniforms

So now I feel like a middle England Mum, enjoying the wonders of British supermarkets, (Aldi we love you), pootling around in my little car listening to Radio 2 (how ucool is that!).  Everyone has been very gentle and friendly to us in Nottingham and we have discovered the delights of the alternative cinema and the new Contemporary arts centre, bumped into Latinos in parks and Ikea, and the boys are already playing football in the street with their Indian neighbours.  How long we will be here, or where we go next we do not know yet, but for the time being we are safe and happy in Nottingham.  Nobody can keep the Rosal Wilkie family down for long and we are having a well-earned breather until the next adventure begins.

Just off to browse on line for my first winter coat in 10 years …….. hmmm.

 

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3 Responses to Going back to my roots

  1. Bass says:

    Sorry to read all this, let us hope in two or three years, it will all be part of life’s rich tapestry and Chapter 14 of your best selling autobiography

  2. Josephine says:

    you know what Bass, it already is! and I feel happy to be at home right now, and that’s a good thing. It was a rollercoaster Cuba, but now we’re off it!

    always good to hear from you.

    Jo

  3. Taty Paz says:

    I throughly enjoyed reading you. I look forward to hear details of Cuba’s experience, serendipity or madness, I see you all a strong, united family enriched with such diversity of events and places. The kids look great, so grown up, I love their uniforms too. Go girl find your winter coat!
    Wish you the best, Love to all.
    Taty

    PS
    Rafa, te escribiré pronto sobre los vendedores de bienes raices.

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