Today, a post less related to Denmark and more related to me.
Being an expat, it is hard, really hard, reading the papers and watching the news every day and seeing how your country is going through a very hard time without you (or anyone, really) being able to do something about it.
People are tired. Exhausted. And what’s worse, desperate. I know there’s crisis-talk all around Europe, and I know the situation in Greece, Portugal and/or Italy might be similar or worse. But hey, I’m not Greek, Portuguese or Italian (though If I was a religious person, my prayers would be with them too). I am Spanish (most specifically Catalan, but still belonging to Spain).
This is a video that shows how (what started like) peaceful demonstrations end up in Spain, lately:
Policemen arbitrarily and randomly beating people up, masses getting scared and throwing stuff to policemen, people seeking refuge in a restaurant while its owner desperately tries to stop the most likely outcome from happening, couples getting shot from behind (with rubber balls, of course, but still extremely painful) as they walk away…
With an unemployment rate over 24%, VAT taxes rising astronomically (up to 21% in a lot of products, lets remember it’s 25% in Denmark), Universities being so expensive that most people can’t pay them anymore, reduced budgets in areas as important as Education or Healthcare (my grandmother has now to spend a fortune she doesn’t have in medicines every month)… how can people not be angry? What are they expected to do when whole families are being evicted from their homes because noone can land a job? Any job?
I know that its probably our own fault. Well, more like our government’s fault (corruption, stealing, lack of transparency and ridiculous salaries, bonuses and retirement plans). But now what?
Now a lot of people will try and get out. To countries like, for example, Denmark, where peace reigns. Where politicians are transparent (translucent at least), where it’s not impossible to get a job if you have spent most of your life qualifying for it, where people seem to receive what they work hard for, where there’s no euro.
And the ones who stay… my family, most of my closest friends… well, I might aswell start praying, because I can’t think of any other options.