Even before I could step into German territory, I was already being subjected to insults and humiliation. I had gone on the scheduled date to the German Embassy to apply for a visa.
I thought my residence certificate would be fine, but the officer-in-charge asked me all sorts of questions and requirements (SSS, driver’s license, voter’s ID) and taunted me, “Siguro hindi ka bumoboto” (Maybe you don’t vote). Thank God, I was able to produce a photocopy of my last year’s visa.
So off I went to the visa section on the 25th floor with all my papers intact. I thought I would pass with flying colors but then, the Filipino lady behind the glass window asked with a tinge of malice in her voice, “Ano ang gagawin mo sa Germany?” (What will you do in Germany?) I answered very simply, “I’m giving a few concerts in Germany since I enjoy playing for the German audience.” I cannot remember whether I said I’d “rather play for the Germans” or that I “like playing for the Germans.” Guess what she said? “Sa ugali mo na yan sino ang pupunta sa mga concerts mo dito.” (With your kind of attitude, who would like to go to your concerts here?)
It will take a while before I apply for a German visa again. What a traumatic experience.
—LEONOR KILAYKO,
Talisay City, Negros Occidental