SFI = Svenska För Invandrare
SFI as it reads means Swedish For Immigrants. This is a free learning Swedish system for adults that is recommended for newcomers and in some cases mandatory. As I understand it so far, it is intended to help immigrants to learn not only the language but also the culture, traditions, geography, cooking recipes, taxpaying, human rights, driving rules and much, much more.
I would not recommend it if you are in a hurry to learn the Swedish language and you are from a country that is classified as modern (where women can read, write, drive and vote). But if you are a social anthropologist, or have a lot of time and you are curious about what it is about (because everybody talks about it), or a Swede trying to understand better your immigrant population, it is a great school to be in.
So finally I finished SFI, it is hard to start writing this because so many of the things that happened during the last year come to my mind.
I guess the easiest is to go in chronological order.
First, to enroll, you need to go to a central office and interview to figure out at what level you should enter, what school, because there are several in and around Malmo, and what schedule, there is mornings and afternoons, intensive, which is 6 hours per day, every day and ‘light’ which is 6 hours a week.
The central office, or at least the office I went to was really close to Triangeln which is one end of the old town central axis. There was a really clean nice office, like you expect from a Swedish bureaucracy, with all this panels with beautiful pictures of places to study with multiracial happy people in different languages, etc… So I went in and asked for SFI, in english of course, and they said that unfortunately it was not there, it was the next door. So there it started. It was a 1970’s entrance with ceramic wall, ceiling and floor, these small swimming pool-like ceramic tiles, gray in color and with very dirty joints. Since it was a bit more than a meter deep from the façade line, you could tell that someone had slept there more than once. The door had something unusual for Sweden, there were metal horizontal bars on the glass part of the door, added after the door was originally put, I guess to protect them from immigration. Inside was a bit better, the bars were working good, since it seemed no one had slept inside recently (like in the Paris Atm’s, where you have to draw your money silently so you don’t wake up the bum sleeping there), but the furniture was definitely 70’s and not in a retro-cool way. It was the old surviving furniture from the other, renovated, bureaucracy in Sweden. There was a World map on the wall with pins on it and a Plant, on one corner, and I think there was a goldfish tank, I don’t remember, anyway it reminded me any regional tax office in Mexico countryside, with the grayish metal furniture with worn-out formica finish. I presented myself to a nice young fellow, not of Swedish origin, who explained to me in a very nice way I should wait for my turn for an interview, he gave me a paper with some questions in Swedish to answer on my best Swedish, they were pretty simple but still, when you don’t speak the language….
I sat there not for long and then I met my interviewer, who was really happy and amiable. She started talking to me in Swedish and I answered as best as I could, then we switched to Swedish and English, and then, when she realized I spoke Spanish she started practicing her Spanish which was pretty good. After a small conversation and an inquiry on my capability to help her to remodel her garage to turn it into a room for her teenager son, I left the room with a C level. SFI goes from Level A=nada, to level D, where you can fill in a McDonalds job application without much problem. So I was happy I was better than nothing. As I went out I was kindly asked to put a pin on the map on my city of origin. I saw that the map was pretty full on the Polish and East Europe side, then emptying all the way to Central Asia, with some other regions here and there with many pins. On the American side there were some on Canada and the US, but there was only one from Mexico, from Hermosillo from all places, a Small city on the northwest of the country. I could not believe that I was the first from a 28million people city to have erroneously landed in Malmo and gone through this. You wonder…. On the south there were plenty more, Chile Uruguay and some other countries.
I chose the ‘light’ version, 6 hours a week, two evenings, three hour each, on a School relatively close to my house. I was supposed to get my letter with time, class and all in between 3weeks and 3 months.
I took 2 months I think.
I had been working alone in my house for several months now, and have not met much people except my family (wife and kids) so the idea of going ‘somewhere’ two nights a week and meeting more humans seemed like a great outing…….






































