Monday, January 01, 2007

the blogpost formerly known as 'identity', but my boyfriend said it wasn't snappy enough

On my Swedish Friendster message board a woman is asking how to get around the regulations and cash in on the Swedish state child allowance even though she no longer lives or pays taxes in Sweden. Several people have given her answers along the lines of "you can't" or "you can't, and you shouldn't even think of it".

I googled, and found out that the child allowance program was introduced in 1937, and since 1948 every child, irregardless of the parents' level of income, will receive support until the year they turn 16.

Currently the allowance is $153 per month for one child. If you have several children, the amount you are given for each child increases.

I think the woman who was asking felt she had the right to the allowance. And I think besides the monetary gain in her mind the notion of a right was closely linked to an idea about herself as a Swedish person. I can only guess, but I think she simply feels Swedish, and therefore feels she has the right to certain benefits.

When you leave your homeland you give up rights and obligations, and you also leave a part of your identity behind. From then on you have to negotiate who you 'are' in more complex, and sometimes surprising, ways.

Someone told me a story once about an American traveling in Europe, who had brought with her a large supply of American stamps to use on the postcards she was sending back to family and friends in America. When she ran out of stamps she was faced with a crisis. Where could she find American stamps in Europe? She asked her friends for advice, and when they told her, she had a very hard time understanding that stamps follow countries, not individuals. She wouldn't accept that she, as an American, was supposed to use French stamps.

Sometimes it's hard for people to realize that to some extent the context that they are in determines who they are, or what they are. The world doesn't circle around any of us. It just circles.

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