I was born in the Netherlands but I’ve never felt Dutch. I’ve lived most of my adult life in France but I will never feel French. I’m a European, and have felt like one ever since my parents took me on my first foreign holidays in the late 1950s. And as an adult I’ve never stopped living the European life, probably more than most
My sons were born in the Netherlands, went to a German school in Ireland, and now live and work in France. My own career path spans four European countries. We all speak three or four languages.
Even my lovelife has been a Pan-European joyride. In the seventies I married a French girl that I had met in Spain. In the nineties my second wife became an English lady that I had met in France (we married in Gibraltar). And in between I had an affair with an Italian woman that I had met in Ireland.
In the past half century I’ve holidayed in countless European countries, from Lapland to Sicily, from Ireland to Greece, and most countries in between. Britain has often featured in my travels: I have fond memories of my journeys through Cornwall, Scotland, Wales, Ulster, the Lake District and many more places. I have in-laws in the West Midlands, and friends in Cambridge and Kent.
Britain rocks as a place to travel to. At least it did until now.
It all changed for me when half of the Brits decided (twice!) that their country could do without Europe, the continent that I’ve loved all my life. I can’t understand that they don’t realize what they’re throwing away for themselves and -more importantly- for their kids and grandkids. No British citizen born this century has had a say in their future. And for what reason? For the illusion of “taking back control”?
If “taking back control” was your motivation, stop dreaming. “Big Brussels” may not be perfect but isn’t your biggest enemy. Big Food, Big Pharma, Big Data, Big Energy, Big Military, Big Media are really in control and there’s nothing that a Little Country can do to curtail them. Large parts of your industry are already in foreign hands. Bentley and MINI are owned by Germans, Land Rover and Jaguar by Indians. Americans and Japanese own the rest of your car industry. Foreign oligarchs and tycoons own your football clubs. London’s best real estate is in the hands of Middle Eastern yuppies. Even your precious blue passports are made in France!
In my wallet I have three small plastic cards: a European ID card, a European driving license and my EHIC (European Health Insurance Card) card. They have been all I need to feel welcome and safe in all European countries, including the UK. Until now.
If I want to travel to the UK in the near future I will have to buy an expensive passport, try to figure out where I can find an international driving license, spend money on travel insurance, and I’m not even sure if I can go to the UK with our dog.
It just isn’t worth the hassle.
So I’ve decided to abandon Britain as my holiday destination. Europe may not be perfect but at least there are about thirty countries that still let me cross borders without being asked questions.
So it’s bye-by to Britain. Mind the potholes, enjoy your chlorinated chicken, say hello to your 50.000 new nurses, try to stay away from your 40 new hospitals, and pray that your kids will forgive you your choices.
Thanks for the memories!
My sons were born in the Netherlands, went to a German school in Ireland, and now live and work in France. My own career path spans four European countries. We all speak three or four languages.
Even my lovelife has been a Pan-European joyride. In the seventies I married a French girl that I had met in Spain. In the nineties my second wife became an English lady that I had met in France (we married in Gibraltar). And in between I had an affair with an Italian woman that I had met in Ireland.
In the past half century I’ve holidayed in countless European countries, from Lapland to Sicily, from Ireland to Greece, and most countries in between. Britain has often featured in my travels: I have fond memories of my journeys through Cornwall, Scotland, Wales, Ulster, the Lake District and many more places. I have in-laws in the West Midlands, and friends in Cambridge and Kent.
Britain rocks as a place to travel to. At least it did until now.
It all changed for me when half of the Brits decided (twice!) that their country could do without Europe, the continent that I’ve loved all my life. I can’t understand that they don’t realize what they’re throwing away for themselves and -more importantly- for their kids and grandkids. No British citizen born this century has had a say in their future. And for what reason? For the illusion of “taking back control”?
If “taking back control” was your motivation, stop dreaming. “Big Brussels” may not be perfect but isn’t your biggest enemy. Big Food, Big Pharma, Big Data, Big Energy, Big Military, Big Media are really in control and there’s nothing that a Little Country can do to curtail them. Large parts of your industry are already in foreign hands. Bentley and MINI are owned by Germans, Land Rover and Jaguar by Indians. Americans and Japanese own the rest of your car industry. Foreign oligarchs and tycoons own your football clubs. London’s best real estate is in the hands of Middle Eastern yuppies. Even your precious blue passports are made in France!
In my wallet I have three small plastic cards: a European ID card, a European driving license and my EHIC (European Health Insurance Card) card. They have been all I need to feel welcome and safe in all European countries, including the UK. Until now.
If I want to travel to the UK in the near future I will have to buy an expensive passport, try to figure out where I can find an international driving license, spend money on travel insurance, and I’m not even sure if I can go to the UK with our dog.
It just isn’t worth the hassle.
So I’ve decided to abandon Britain as my holiday destination. Europe may not be perfect but at least there are about thirty countries that still let me cross borders without being asked questions.
So it’s bye-by to Britain. Mind the potholes, enjoy your chlorinated chicken, say hello to your 50.000 new nurses, try to stay away from your 40 new hospitals, and pray that your kids will forgive you your choices.
Thanks for the memories!
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