Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the King’s horses, And all the King’s men
Couldn’t put Humpty together again!
This is what I was thinking about when I was walking around in London. Yes, I’m feeling a bit snarky today, and I’m having real trouble controlling my sarcastic side. I thought I should warn you, in case you prefer to just look at the pretty pictures…
But first, about this outfit… It’s very casual, maybe even a bit sloppy. But it’s perfect for a bit of sightseeing (= walking around more or less aimlessly) on a hot and muggy day. This was one of those weekend London mini breaks Professor M and I are so fond of. This time we wanted to see the Georgia O’Keeffe exhibition at Tate Modern on Friday evening, then spend Saturday shopping, sightseeing, and taking a few photographs. And I had every intention of telling you about the wonderful exhibition, but then this post just sort of turned into one those rants…
I like London
I find London very interesting. I like its energy, creativity and multicultural vibe: London has always been a very open, welcoming city, and people originating from all over the world now call themselves ‘Londoners’, having made this vibrant metropolis their home. I wonder how long this will last, though. Walking around London now I kept thinking that it was a city on the brink of being closed in, cut off from the rest of the world. Why? In the June referendum on whether the U.K. should remain in the EU or leave the EU Londoners voted to remain (as did the majority of people in Scotland and Northern Ireland). Unfortunately, the rest of the U.K. did not…
So, my little sightseeing tour was a bit bitter-sweet this time: I no longer see myself as a part-time resident in the U.K. but as one of those undesirable EU nationals the Leavers are so keen to get rid of. Which explains the deeply sarcastic title of this post…
I got thinking about all this because after we saw the exhibition, we had dinner at a nearby restaurant, then walked back to our hotel a few blocks away. Both at the restaurant and at the hotel we were served by very friendly, competent and hardworking Eastern and Southern European staff. And it’s not just hotels and restaurants but also public transportation, hospitals, shops and finance that rely on workforce from the European Union. And this, the EU nationals working in the U.K., was the bone of contention for many people who voted for leave in the referendum. Obviously, this is, and will continue to be, a sore spot for me, given that both Professor M and I are ‘European’, now suddenly referred to as ‘migrants’ (instead of, say ‘tax payers’…).
Anyway, I was just wondering what would happen if all EU nationals working in the U.K. suddenly just vanished? Or simply didn’t turn up for work tomorrow, but went on strike? Just a thought…
And what about the populists politicians, who will they blame for, well, everything, after Brexit? After all, it’s so very convenient to outsource the responsibility for your own incompetence and shortcomings on someone else. I mean, whatever the problem, there’s always someone you can blame it on: the ‘elite’, ‘Europe’, Brussels bureaucrats, immigrants…
I did warn you I was going to be sarcastic, didn’t I? That’s my way of dealing with loss and acknowledging my feelings.
Yes, I’m grieving. It’s perfectly normal to grieve when you’ve experienced a loss, whether you’ve lost a loved one, a friend or a dream, or your right of residence in a country…
So, in the spirit acknowledging my feelings, I’m just going to give the middle finger to all the well-meaning but clueless people who say it’s not a big deal and it will be all right or just get over it already. And no, it’s not ‘just politics‘; it’s my life. The U.K. has been a big part of my life, and my husband’s life, for the past 20 years (my husband works there, and we do have a second home there, after all…), and Brexit will change that life, one way or the other, but certainly not for the better.
But, personal grievances aside, let’s just pause for a moment to consider the bigger picture: the Berlin Wall came down less than thirty years ago. And now new walls are being built all over the world. Or, in this particular case, perhaps a moat is a better analogy…
t-shirt: Gap (old) / trousers: OneLife / sandals: Clarks /
sunglasses: Michael Kors / bag: Adolfo Dominguez
outfit photos by Professor M, all other photos by Tiina L
Oh, and because I’m a bit of a control freak (well, I like to think I’m in charge of at least my own life…) and I believe Humpty Dumpty deserves better, I rewrote the poem:
Dumpty got into a tiff
Dumpty was pushed off a cliff
but Humpty survived and climbed out of the moat
and sailed away in a nice new boat...
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