Manter
Lunch Mob
Yesterday, if I collapsed in the airport I’d have the full German healthcare system looking after me, just because I have a piece of plastic in my wallet. I could decide to stay in Germany for up to three months on impulse, looking for a job. I could take up this imaginary job with minimum fuss and could rent or buy a house (theoretically), all under a simplified set of reciprocal tax arrangements. My son could be enrolled in school. I wouldn’t ever have to decide whether I was now British or German, and I could come and go as I wanted. I wouldn’t need to count days (though weirdly in NL I would, but that’s another story). I could change jobs if I decided I didn’t like the one I had: and if it all went horribly wrong I’d be entitled to basic social care (and full social security if I had been there long enough and registered).What has changed?
When I travel out of Europe on say, Lufthansa, I arrive back in Frankfurt or Munich and feel that I am nearly home, I am in a country that has pretty much the same culture as that in which I was raised, I speak enough of the language to get by (order a set of bagpipes, at least), but not home, cos Germany is not home, it’s just far closer than where I have been, both physically and culturally. And it’s not going anywhere. The benefits of EU membership that we are losing, what are they? What will you no longer be able to do now we are out? Other than get a zero-hours or otherwise exploitative job in a country other than the UK.
We don’t know what the future will look like, but I’ve moved to non EU countries before and it requires visas, permissions, financial declarations, proof you can maintain your family, qualifying periods, employment restrictions, regulations about what you can do or not do when you’re there and what equipment you can take with you, how many days you can spend where....and I am still filing tax returns for somewhere I haven’t lived for 15 years, and get shit from border security every time I go back.
Hey, it may be fine. Almost certainly will be for people like me, even though I just lost my job for the second time for tedious brexity reasons. Doesn’t mean I have to like it, or the uncertainty it brings. And at a really fundamental level I liked being part of something bigger than this.... island. And nationalism and the sort of rhetoric we’ve seen for c the last 4 years makes my skin itch. (And anything that makes someone like Widdicombe happy makes me nervous)
incidentally, the rules on refugee passports changed without warning or communication on 18th January. A number of refugee friends found themselves unable to travel- it took me hours to find the documentation that had affected them, the Home Office didn’t give a shit. A Sudanese friend had his paperwork torn up in front of him, causing him no end of distress given what he’s been through. That sort of arbitrary cruelty to ‘others’ will, I fear, become more frequent now.