Every summer, after the holidays, my parents would ask more or less the same question: what if we moved back to Portugal? I would cry. My life was in France. My friends were in France. My school, my routines, my imagined future were in France. Portugal, for me, was family and summer. It was not a place where I could seriously picture a life.
I have now lived here for ten years. And maybe that is where the Portuguese paradox begins for me: the country where I once could not imagine living has become a place where many young Franco-Portuguese people, and now many Europeans with no family connection to Portugal at all, are beginning to project themselves. Portugal used to be, above all, a country people left. Today, it is also becoming a country people choose. That reversal is what interests me.
I felt it again recently at Yard festival. Many foreign festival-goers kept asking the same question: what is it like to live here? Not only what is the party like, or the beach, or the night. What is life like. You could feel the projection arrive almost immediately.
Online, it is even more direct. A story from Caparica, Marvila or a rooftop by the Tagus is often enough to trigger the same messages: where is this? What is life like there? Is it really like that?
I do not want to overplay my personal story. It only explains my angle. I am the son of Portuguese immigrants, I grew up in France, and I now live in the country my family once left. That intimate displacement makes the reversal easier for me to see.
So the question is simple: how did a country long seen as peripheral, sometimes as slightly behind, become desirable enough for Lisbon to concentrate so many projections?