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In Praise of Cultural Polyamory
Or, Why I Love Being Multi-Cultural

by Beat Barblan

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A character in a movie I saw some years ago
pronounced that, "Everyone must belong." I have since forgotten the details of the movie but often thought about his statement. What does it mean to belong and what to or where are we supposed to belong?
I grew up in Ticino, the southernmost canton in Switzerland, on the Swiss-Italian border. The language in Ticino is Italian, the food and the culture are also Italian and the place has a Mediterranean air to it. My family, however,  was from the German part of Switzerland, on the northern side of the Alps.
We spoke Swiss German at home and ate Germanic dishes at our meals. Even as a young child, I felt culturally ambiguous and unclear about who or what I was or belonged to. I wasn't really a Swiss German, after all I spoke Italian, including the local dialect, better than German and I was more familiar with the local culture than my parents'. On the other hand I wasn't really a "Ticinese" (a person from Ticino) either. For one, I clearly had the wrong kind of name and furthermore I ate "funny" things, at least in the eyes of some of my friends.