Auf Wiedersehen, Spain: Learning German to Escape the Crisis
Part 2: 'There's No Work Here'
In Espera, the class has just ended and the students head to the door. Each of them receives a bottle of German beer as a parting gift, and they take pictures with their classmates.
Antonio Jesús Valle Rodríguez is still in the classroom, packing up his course notebooks. The "Leierjacke" was his idea. He was very serious during the class and finds German words intimidating. He just heard the word "Streichholzschachtel" ("matchbox") for the first time, and says German sounds like a disease of the throat.
"I've driven this whole coast," he says. "I've been to every hotel, every hospital, every school. I'd work as a janitor, a driver, a waiter -- it doesn't matter, anything. But those drives were just a waste of gas. There's no work here. Nowhere."
Jumping into the Pool
Antonio is 35, married and has a three-year-old daughter. His family lives on 426 ($608) a month. That money is for his daughter, something the government provides as a benefit for children. Spain doesn't provide welfare for the long-term unemployed, and the payments for the child run out in August. Antonio doesn't know what will happen then. He has a little bit of money saved, so maybe he'll use that to go to Germany.
"Sometimes, when I'm having a beer with my brother-in-law, we talk about Germany," Antonio says. They talk about German cars, German manufacturing and German soccer players. Antonio explains to his brother-in-law that the "V" in the name of the old Volkswagen Golf he drives is actually pronounced like an "F," not a "V." He learned that in his German course.
Then his brother-in-law says, "See, you do know German. Let's go."
Antonio lays both hands on the classroom desk. "It sounds so easy, 200 for a ticket and just go," he reflects. But how, he wonders, do Germans treat those who can't speak their language? "Probably like how we treat Moroccans here," he says.
His brother-in-law attended the course too, at the beginning, but gave up after a few weeks. It works just as well without a class, he decided. The fastest way to learn to swim is "to jump into the pool," he says.
A New Phenomenon
This is a strange time in Spain, and not just because of the economic crisis, the worst since Spain became a democracy. And not just because of the steadily rising unemployment rate, currently at 21.3 percent. What's happening right now is a phenomenon that was believed to be long since over. Half a million Spaniards came to Germany in the 1960s and 1970s. They were well liked, they worked hard and -- unlike Germany's Turkish population -- many of them eventually went back to Spain.
"I don't know how long I would stay," Antonio says. This morning, he heard a new prediction from the Organization for Economic Co-operation and Development (OECD) on the radio. The international body had studied Spain's economy and determined that the unemployment rate wouldn't fall back to its pre-crisis level, just over 8 percent, until 2026. In 15 years. By then, Antonio's daughter will be an adult.
Antonio completed his training as an auto mechanic in 1997, but he's never worked repairing cars. Construction paid better. He worked in that industry for 12 years, experiencing Spain's building boom at first hand. He watched as the construction frenzy devoured the Mediterranean coast bit by bit, watched as Málaga, Almería, Alicante and Valencia were all swallowed up by endless rows of blocky two-story vacation homes, some of them sold before the foundation was laid. There are currently a million properties in Spain without a buyer. In more than 1.3 million households in the country, not a single member of the family was employed last year.
"A vegetable garden," Antonio repeats. He can't believe he just said that. "A goddamn vegetable garden. It can't possibly be true, 13 years, never a day without work, and now back to zero, back to the beginning."
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