I've
sat on this blog post for roughly a month now. Largely because I
wasn't entirely happy with it - not necessarily about the subject
material (I mean, how the fuck can I be happy writing about it), but
mainly because I wasn't entirely certain of how to get my point
across. Well, it's been pretty much a month since… that day… so,
it might as well see the light of day.
When
I first started writing this blog post I was still too disappointed
in events to continue writing (I felt like that annoying history
teacher at school that never lost their shit, but was just
disappointed that somebody had drawn a cock on somebody else's
homework.). It was also one of the hardest things I've had to do in
a while. I mean, let's be honest, my life revolves around cleaning,
making beds, more cleaning, initiating small talk with people that I
have very little in common with, and dealing with idiots. Not the
most taxing issues people have to deal with in this world.
Always have an escape plan... |
It
is also a blog post unlike another that I've written – usually I'm
describing life in the mountains, how I exist, and how drunk the last
6 months has been. This time it's all about how it feels to be
living on the continent, away from the bubble of the UK and looking
at it all from the outside. Let me assure you – it's not really a
nice thing to be witnessing from afar.
One
shitty Thursday, roughly a month ago, the United Kingdom decided, as
a people, to become an inward looking, nostalgia driven, uninformed
populous that is shrinking away from the rest of the world. And, as
a member of the 1.2 million British people that live in the EU, I am
in the position that allows me a different viewpoint on the whole
damn mess – okay, so it's not unique, but you get the idea.
I am
a fully fledged member of 'Generation Y'. We are, as a group, an
outward looking and mobile generation. We have grown up with an
increasing volatile and fractured world, but that has meant that we
are also a generation has been afforded the ability to live and work
pretty much anywhere in the world. From those of us who have run
away to the mountains, to those finding themselves through a 'Gap
Yah' on a little known island in the middle of fucking nowhere (and
everybody left between). It's wonderfully liberal and helps us to
connect with people from all walks of life.
On a
personal level, I have always been proud to say that I am from the
UK. Until now. Now, there is an underlying sense of shame whenever
anybody asks where I'm from. I fear that I am not alone in this
feeling.
Waking
up to the news that my homeland had voted to leave the EU was
horrible. Yes, it was democratic and I'd had my vote, but it was
still horrible. Many of my friends out here have spoken of how it
made them feel – one has a very eloquent comparison to leaving a
girlfriend under the promise of something better, but then finding
out the replacement probably didn't exist. He put it a lot better
than that and I really can't do it justice, but I know what he means.
The day after felt like I'd been fired from my job and dumped on the
same day – and not knowing what the fuck I'd done wrong to deserve
it.
How
are you supposed to recover from that? I mean, shutting myself away
in a darkened room with Ryan Adams playing really isn't going to cut
it this time.
Somebody go and put the vinyl on... |
The
result of the referendum has now become something that defines people
– not only back in the UK, but on the continent as well. I was
fortunate enough (in my opinion) to have a family who all voted to
remain within the EU. This is not the case for all of the Brits that
live in my particular part of the Alps. I know of people who haven't
spoken to family members since [the fucking referendum] because of
the way they voted.
It's
also ended up defining us in other ways as well.
Any
time somebody asks where you're from, and you answer with “the UK”,
you are now greeted with a look. I still haven't worked it out –
it's a mixture of sadness, pity and loathing. Therefore, straight
off the bat, you have follow it up with the statement “but I voted
to remain in the EU”. But the damage has been done. The shame is
there. It feels like the moment a guest catches you eating your
breakfast at work – you know you haven't done anything wrong, but
you also know that they're judging you. I mean, the people that
judge you for eating your breakfast are pricks, but the French, the
Germans, the Italians, etc. they're not. They've got good reason to
give us that look. As a nation we've further heightened the
fragility of the continent that we are part of. We've helped give
further raise to the 'exiters' in these countries, we've helped
weaken the overall economic performance of the region (which has
direct impacts on other countries… sorry Italy), and we've fucked
up people's compassion and tolerance.
The
other major way that this shit-storm has defined us is the
uncertainty. It's like predicting next winter's snowfall – nobody
knows what the fuck is going to happen. Everybody tries to remain
positive and pretend that they know for certain, but nobody really
does.
And,
for all those that say, “Oh, it'll be fine. It'll work itself out,
these things always do” - do they? Excellent, let's go and ask the
last country that left the EU… no, wait, you can't BECAUSE IT
HASN'T FUCKING HAPPENED BEFORE! Twat.
But,
seriously, speaking from where I'm currently situated, there is an
entire region, an entire industry on tenterhooks waiting to see how
this all pans out. And I'm not even talking about the shit that
everybody thinks about – freedom of movement, falling rate of the
pound, etc. No, I'm talking about the other aspects that are
slipping under the radar. For example, what the fuck happens when
the EHIC system gets revoked? How does a company pay for insurance
for all of their staff? Or what if they don't? What if they leave
it up to the employee to buy health insurance? Because, let's be
honest, buying health insurance for what is classed as an extreme
sport, for a 5 month period, is going to be cheap as chips!
I
know this scenario isn't just playing out for the ski industry, but
that's the aspect that has a direct impact on my life at the moment.
Seasonal work, throughout the EU, is now in a state of limbo until
some random day in the future when some fuckwits in parliament decide
it's time to trigger Article 50.
That's
how it feels though – to live in the EU whilst your homeland is
deciding that it doesn't want to be involved any longer. The
overriding feeling is one of shame and disappointment, and is one
that won't be going away for a very long time.
Right,
I'm off to listen to some Ryan Adams and see if that helps. I doubt
it.
Until
next time.
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