Silvia Berger (NL/INDO), Sales Representative, Amsterdam


“I moved to Amsterdam four years ago. I lived in this peaceful little town and always felt that rebellious urge to leave. No one looks at me when I’m walking on the street now, but things were different in that little town. Sadly, I still have to deal with people’s stupidities every now and then, in my professional environment, for example. I sometimes feel like I have to prove myself to some people, just because I don’t look the way they’re used to. As if my tattoos are a setback? It sounds even dumber when you say it out loud, don’t you think? But hey, things are getting way better than they were. Baby steps, we’ll get there eventually.



On the other hand, I understand that older generations don’t understand tattoos nowadays, since they linked them to bad people. But there are exceptions. One of my older customers at work, a sweet lady close to 60, told me she loved that I always put on my blazer when I visited her, but that I shouldn’t. Turns out she was eager to see and curious about the tattoos she had never been able to see before. That’s sincere interest, and I have to say I was honoured by it.


My parents never had a problem with it. In fact, it was my dad who gave me my first tattoo. After I tricked him, that is. My parents divorced when I was young, and I took advantage of that situation on several occasions. I told my dad that mom said I could get a tattoo, but I had to check if he was okay with it too. Needless to say, he couldn’t say no after that, so a couple hours later we entered the tattoo shop and I got my first piece. I didn’t even get in that much trouble afterwards, it wasn’t like they could do anything about. Joke was on me, though: I got a tribal on the back of my shoulder, the scar of the nineties!”