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Going home now!

Brussels is a funny kind of place to be in summer. The center is full of tourists while the business areas feel almost empty, though it’s a funny kind of empty. There are still people around but not in a productive getting-things-done kind of way. Restaurants are closed and cafés feel very empty.

Having spent a year here as a student I’ve really enjoyed coming back just for two weeks, finishing off the year by playing the role of a journalist. I really love the feeling that you’re doing something worthwhile, that you’re creating something which will inform people and perhaps even show them things from a perspective that they hadn’t perceived before. I love that as a journalist you have a legitimate reason for calling up the most important people, the most informed groups and can talk to them. Yesterday I talked to the Iranian embassy, interviewed a professor about North-South wealth disparities in Belgium, then talked with and organised an interview with Shell Oil. Oh, and went to an EU commission press conference. This all going on while sorting out a hellish mess with my Belgian bank.

Then, just to finish off the year in what might feel like a successful way, I plucked up the courage (sad, I know) and accepted my friend Julie’s kind invitation to a dinner party at her house. I was only hesitant because my French, though greatly improved from how it was at the beginning of the year, is nowhere near colloquial fluency level. In time it will perhaps be but I was worried about missing basically everything that was going on. I hate that! I shouldn’t have been worried though as the evening was really fantastic, Julie’s place is an absolutely beautiful loft-style space at the top of a house in Uccle. I’d never really ventured into Uccle though so going there was a treat.

Today’s been a bit of a bum so far as my German housemate who I was going to have breakfast with blew me off having said we’d mutually call each other when we wanted to go out. Sadly, when I called her she’d already finished at the café we were going to go to and was on her way to a Brussels tourist trap with a friend. A bit disappointing. Coffee though later with some Spanish girls for one last time.

Finishing the Class: Erasmus equals great friendships perpetually paused

It’s the time of the year when we’re saying goodbye and ending school. Actually, I’m not really at the stage of saying goodbye yet, but it almost feels like it. I’ve spent almost a year in Belgium and though at times the strain of maintaining ones self-esteem has been a struggle, it’s been a hugely rewarding experience. It’s great to do something really hard, something very difficult that lasts a long time so that you can show, to your self as much as to anyone else, that you can do it.

The key, I think, is achieveable goals and personal goals. There’s no point in reaching for something that other people set you because there’s no real incentive. One you pass a certain age the pressure of other peoples’ expectations begin to count for less and your own aspirations and hopes for yourself count for more. If your goals are so outlandishly enormous in their expectations, your own demoralization at the challenge presented could well stop you achieving them. Essentially, one needs one’s own imputus, desire, and self confidence to propel oneself to succeed.

One of the hardest things about being in a place for only a year is the knowledge that all the great friends and relationships you create are going to be at the very least put on hold and tested to their extreme after a few short months. You know that although these friends are fantastic at the moment, once you leave the country and everyone disperses around Europe the world again, it becomes increasingly hard to continue the intimacy you’ve come to enjoy. That’s a tough thing to acknowledge. I said a kind of goodbye to a friend on Monday, a goodbye that had to be carried out over the phone because our respective exam (mine) and travelling (hers) schedules meant we couldn’t meet up. As we spoke I found myself saying “well, have a great trip…. and if I don’t see you in London like we discussed, then I hope your flight home passes well. And in that case I hope everything at school next year is great and I hope to see you sometime again in my life. I don’t know when I’ll next be in Canada, but I hope, in the next few years!”

This is the one downside of international friends: they can never be with you. The solidarity of a core group of friends who knows about that night in the bar, or that guy who you were flirting with oh, that time, is hard when they all live in different countries. It’s a form of cruel irony that once you pushed through the self doubt, fear, and language barrier, once you do find the friends who you know are amazing people, they go off a leave again. You leave them and they leave you. And you have to go back to being strong and self reliant again. Self reliant isn’t fun, and anyone who tells you otherwise is just kidding themselves. Relying on other people is great because it means you trust them and it means they can trust you back and rely on you when they need to.

Of course having international friends is cool, but it makes the off-the-cuff dinner party a little hard to plan. And planning does not lead to very off-the-cuff events. Obviously being instinctive and random has its limits and having international friends has a multitude of other benefits that you trade for. Like visits from abroad, if you happen to live in a desirable location. If you don’t then you’re screwed and will have to be the schmuck who has to fork out for the plane tickets any time you want to see these friends.

The worst thing, is that these friends you create, these friends I’ve created, I feel like I’m only just getting to know now. You can’t know someone in just ten months, but you can get a really good start. And now that I have that beginning I don’t want to lose it. But I will. We all will.

Trying to STUDY!

There is, no joke, a steel band concert going on in the square outside my house. This is not conducive to a high level of productivity. I’m trying to work on an essay on Russian Foreign Policy and the incessant noise is not helpful! Please people, could you stop having so much fun for just a couple days? Next weekend, party away: I’ll join you even. This weekend, please be miserable. Thank you.

When you’re collecting someone from the airport this is a bad omen

Not the kind of thing you want to see.

cancelled flights image

Even worse:

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French Presidential(e) Elections

The sneaky ‘e’ is a wink to Madame Ségolène Royal who is the Parti Socialiste’s candidate. She’s been a bit creative with her campaign by appending an ‘e’ (signifying the feminine form) to the word président, creating ‘présidente’. This is notable because président is normally a masculine word, and because everyone is making a huge fuss about how she’s a woman. Early in the campaign (which only officially started today) she was asked, ‘But who will take care of the children?!’ France may be more progressive than some states but in other ways it seems as progressive as a glacier. They’re as chauvinist as any rabid Republican in the US, but fiercely proud of their liberties, equalities and fraternities, as long as that doesn’t include women being paid equally to men, equal treatment of immigrant groups and so forth. It’s a funny place; I love it.

At around 10:30 last night I was randomly channel surfing and came across a promo for the news of TF3 (Télévision France 3). Because I was in that exhausted phase that I get for a while after a really good but hard run, I decided to wait around for this news program. While waiting for it, rather unexpectedly, I was presented with 15 minutes or so of political ads for the various Presidential candidates. I read the newspapers here a lot so actually catching these things was fascinating; even more so because I’ve been taking a class on Political Communication in which the professeur would each week give us a summary of the campaign and often show clips of the high profile interviews of each (main) candidate. A couple things that I thought of on seeing these ads:

  • At times the fringe parties do themselves no favors. They use their allotted time to show themselves chatting with ‘representative’ citizens on the street. This doesn’t work because combined with people talking in odd accents and too fast, fast cutting of the film, the subtitles (show for all candidates) and the possibility of picture-in-picture to make room for someone signing the broadcast, there’s too much going on. It looks disorganised. Viewers don’t care about having to watch other ‘ordinary’ people question a politician: they’re not very good at it. We know this because we have professional interviewers who find it hard enough with training. ‘Everyday people’ doing their job just makes the citizenry stupid.
  • The far left liberals don’t need to put everything they display on a red background. It’s already clear they’re the communist party. They did, however, have by far the best presentation, with ‘live’ text on the screen and short snippet-like responses: the kind of thing needed to keep a viewer interested. How many people will really wait for 15 minutes to see all of the broadcasts? I’m guessing, not that many.
  • Ségolène Royal had active and lively graphics but instead of showing a lot of what she had done, most of the time, as when they had dozens of clips of her in bubbles flying toward the viewer, it made the production look amateur. She was also the only candidate who didn’t face the camera head on. She looked like she really meant to talk to somebody else on the other side of the room rather than the camera.
  • There was no mention of the Iraq war in any of the broadcasts. The top topics were unemployment (’le chômage est beaucoup trop haut’), tax on business , immigration (’nous avons toujours la peur dans notre pays’) and nationalism (’being a citizen should be an honour not a right!’), the environment, economic protectionism (I’ll tell Bruxelles to…’) and a need for a renewal of social values. Many of the broadcasts seemed to say absolutely nothing at all, or at least ten seconds after their end I’d already forgotten the content.
  • Neither Bayrou, Le Pen nor Sarkozy were on tonight. Perhaps that’s a special treat for tomorrow.

In the news, the thing that really struck me (call me strange), is that the ads on political billboards put up in every town (normally outside schools and other public buildings) are put up by ClearChannel. ClearChannel, an American multinational that controls billboards all over the world, hundreds of radio stations in the US and a large number of concert venues and promotion vehicles. I just think it’s ironic that a company that stands for so much that France is actively against is the one actually promoting their political process.

Belga on my mind

It’s just Belga, Belga, Belga, the whole day through…

There’s a Café not far from my house called Café Belga. It’s a nifty little place where the customers are cool, the bar staff are haughty and the beef is cold. It’s got massive big windows out onto the commune’s ponds and a large square that currently has a building work engulfing it. It’s been engulfed for the last four years as well: they don’t hurry on public projects in Belgium I guess. The clientelle simply pretend the building work isn’t going on and on Friday and Saturday nights the place is packed. It’s the place where ‘the intelligent’ people go, apparently.

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It’s not a good news day when…

This triggered a heated discussion during which the Brussels Airlines representative suddenly ran off, leaving the passengers to their fate. Brussels Airlines leaves 200 passengers to fend for themselves in Dakar

The EU’s Plan for Low Energy Lightbulbs

…She told a packed auditorium how the EU will convince its citizens to use low-energy lamps, and how no one will have to unscrew and throw away their existing light bulbs. Once again, the EU is fashioning one of its superb guidelines. Over time there will be low-energy lamps in every household, and no one will even have noticed. The world is being saved, and no one notices. Now that is something new. Spiegel Online: Merkel, the Queen of Europe

The thought process is what counts…

The image above comes from the Flickr photostream of a Frenchman, called Loutseu whose work I stumbled across earlier today. His photos are fantastic: a combination of macro, HDR, black and white, long-exposure and just well framed interesting shots. Of course I also appreciate the fact that there’s always a bit of french thrown in there. It makes learning easier!

I was in Leeds from last Friday. I took morning flight from Bruxelles that got me into Leeds for about 10:30. I had been planning to see my friend Helen that morning, as I was staying at her house, but she’d just started a new job the morning in question so that idea wasn’t possible. I killed some time by heading into the University and sorting out admin that I needed to do for my own piece of mind. Not completely necessary but good to do. That’s kind of how the whole trip turned out: not necessary but good to do.

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I’m back in Belgium

My trip was a mixture of heaven and hell, being Leeds and Paris respectively. Overall I had an amazing time and I love my friends. I miss them already. But not too much. Only enough! :) I’ll tell you all tomorrow.