Why am I doing the podcast and now the blog calling it the Ultimate Guide to Dating the Filipina?
I always get excited when I see a foreigner here in the Philippines.
And NOT because I see him/her as my ticket to get out of the country and get a new passport altogether. 🙂
The reason is because of my father, Karl Reichl.
Karl has been a great dad. I actually never knew that he wasn’t my real dad until things turned really sour and I had to force him to admit it but that it is another story altogether.
My dad first set foot here in the Philippines in 1987. He worked for Digital back in the day and quit to see what opportunities were available for him. My mother and I came first from Austria and he followed a few months after. I was 6 then.
He loved everything about the country and the people. Everybody was really friendly and took extra efforts to speak English and even sign language just to give him directions and other things.
He fell in love with the country.
And as you know, when you fall in love, you make decisions based on your feelings. He felt good with all the people around him.
I think this applies to most foreigner even today.
The sad thing is that the people he felt good with were not really that good. They had selfish intentions and everything went downhill.
He was invited to invest in a gold mine expedition and they showed him real nuggets of gold. This was in the early 90s. He went back to Austria to get his savings and invested. Months went by and nothing happened. Well, there were a few times that there would be good news that they got bits of gold again only to say that they need more funds to dig deeper and farther.
You guessed it. Nothing happened.
Karl then got introduced to the import export people. He met with people who were interested in purchasing boilers to be brought here in the Philippines but after several meetings, nothing materialized.
And of course, he had to always try to outsmart cabbies whenever he had somewhere to go to or else pay the Kano price. “Sir, plus 300 because it is traffic there.”
But the worst thing that happened was when he and my mom were asked if they can help a group of Filipinos go to Austria to work.
The guy who approached them was the typical Pinoy who easily got my Dad’s trust. He said that they would be partners in helping these Pinoys get a job in Austria.
My dad and mom were telling these Pinoys what to expect when they get interviewed and what jobs are waiting for them. This Pinoy partner – Francis was in charge of collecting payments for the processing of the passports and visas.
The good news is that this time, my dad was receiving payments.
But after several months of processing the documents, Francis the partner disappeared. Together with majority of the money.
The Pinoys learned about this immediately and reported my parents to the police. Karl was confident that he did nothing wrong and was willing to face the cops.
But things are different here in the Philippines if a foreigner is accused of a crime against a Filipino. The judge would not hear his plea that the money was not with him and he only received a part of the payments.
It was an early evening around March of 1993 when the cops came to arrest him and my mother. That was the last time I saw him out of jail.
He spent the period of the entire trial in jail. This was between 1993 to around 2000. And got convicted in the year 2000. He finally got deported in 2004.
The point of all of these is to tell you that I hate to see foreigners having to go through even a tiny fraction of the hell that my dad went through.
All because he made the wrong decision of who to trust.
My hope is that this blog helps you when you are here in the Philippines.
Share this with a friend you think would learn a thing or two.