The alarmingly large and purple font on the website of the german embassy in Wellington sent a clear, urgent message: the last repatriation flight to Germany would be departing on the fourteenth of April – you better get to the airport if you want to go home. It sounded quite final, as in it might be the last flight for a while. I’m not on that flight. In fact, I did not even sign up to be brought back. Having a roof over my head and my boyfriend and his family around, I felt comfortable enough to make the decision…
04/2020
