Dear Lord I pray,
I want to say that I am very unhappy in Brittany. I am a little bubbly red-haired girl and I have only problems with french people. I support ethnic minorities financially and I don't give to french poor people ony more. The french commdercial is rude and impolite. In this village I go nowhere shopping any more. They call me beetroot, German swine, debile, grosse qand all sort of ogther thinge. I have to open the french people the door and they stepp like a horse on my feet. The french men is hot on me. I am like a Lady from England and I just ignore people like that. I had a Career in Cardiff and I was greeted here from the local Maire like shit. They want Livre Sterling from me and want to kill me stepp by stepp and stranggling me when I am singing I am singing Breton folklore in Britain eg. 'Ar lan Y Mor mae rossys gochion.. and Nid wyt cofion..
I am eating french chips in the morning I have no money for french bread any more. I am in Germany a Lutheran and in Britain Y'r Eglwys Cymraeg. Canu dydd ag cunu Nos French never again. They killed 500 years all Huggenotten, they killed Juif and they killed the Arabs. I said in the breton songs brother to the french people and friend gto my surroubding and gthey said we are not friends. Pedople who speak languages in Brittany are dissadevantaged. When I came here I wanted to work in an Office de Tourisme. They said gto me 'Martine Lavanat' : Urzzula tu parle mal le ffranzese, Urzzula to barle mal le franzese, Urzzula to parle mal le franzesse. They said that they found better than me. I thought, will ok. They employed an ugly hairdresser without knogledge of Ennglish.
Please pray for equal opportunities.
Thanks a lot, Diolch yn fawr iawn
Ursula Waldinger
Mr Jourdan is the local Maire of Lampol Plouarzel