I have been pondering whether to post about the British EU Referendum for several weeks. And now I have finally put fingers to keyboard. We bought our Czech house in 2004, so we are approaching the twelfth year of our Czech adventure. During those years I have continued to live in both countries, moving freely between the two, although I have spend the majority of my time in England with my husband. In 2007 I started this blog with the stated aim to help the British understand the Czechs and vice versa. So I would be failing if I did not post about the possible Brexit
has triggered this post was a load of comments on a YouGov survey.
One commentator said that the Remainers had to decide whether they
were British or European, a view supported by other Brexiteers. My
answer is I do not have to decide any such thing. One of the things I
have learned over the last twelve years is that you can be both.
Indeed you can have many identities. I am British and European, I
even consider myself to be a little Czech. I am also English and
British. When I spend time with my Australian friend, as I did last
week, I am conscious we share a common heritage and Commonwealth
identity. Even if we do leave the EU, I will still be European and
proud of it. Because Europe is also about shared culture, history and
view of the world, something my time with Czechs has made very aware
of. In truth we have far more alike than different.
in the Czech Republic I am the outsider, the foreigner who might be
accused of taking away an affordable home from young Czechs. I even
have failed miserably to master the Czech language. And yet the
Czechs have welcomed me. The leaders of
Brexit say that EU citizens don't have to worry about being forced
out. But I have no doubt that if the roles were reversed and I
encountered from Czechs the levels of xenophobia and hostility
expressed in those comments and in the press and media, I would
seriously be thinking of selling up and leaving. I am sure the same
is true of Czechs in the UK now. Even if the UK opts to Remain, I
fear we have already done a lot of damage to the trust between our
of the tragedies of this is the loss of benefits the Czech and other
EU migrants bring to our country. I am not just talking about the
lovely carer who comes every morning to help my frail elderly mother
or my excellent Polish NHS dentist, but about the fact that mutual
understanding is the best driver of trade and commerce. My blog promotes the Czech Republic and I know of plenty of Czechs who have
returned to their homeland and continue to do business which is
favourable to the UK.
historian I was struck by the total nonsense some of the commentators
came out with. Over and over they kept talking about how we needed to
make Britain great again, how we were better going it on our own,
with (I could hardly believe it) lots of references to Dunkirk and
our finest hour. This is all based on
historical myth. There is no historic precedent for what is proposed.
We have been in some sort of supra-national alliance – be it
Empire, Commonwealth, or European Union for over three centuries. We
were not alone after Dunkirk. Indeed Churchill's finest hour belongs
not to the British but to the citizens of the British Empire and
Commonwealth, and moreover he talks about the Czech, Polish, French
and other nationals, who had come to Britain to fight. This myth of Britain standing
alone does a disservice for all those who fought by our side in those
dark hours and especially those that died.
I have been
researching the Czech RAF pilots for my next book and my admiration
and gratitude to them is enormous.
I first read those comments, I was angry – angry on behalf of the
Czechs and on behalf of my son and the young people of his generation,
who would be denied the chance to enjoy the freedom to live, travel and work anywhere in Europe. Now in
retrospect I am sorry for the commentator and his narrow,
backward-looking world views. I am sorry too to all those young
Czechs living in the UK who find themselves subjected to those views.
A note about bias
sure if those commentators were to see this post, they would
sneeringly dismiss me as being biased, of having a self interest in
the result of the Referendum. And it is true that I am worried by a Leave Vote. My
currency broker friend tells me the £ will collapse in the event of a Leave
vote and I believe him (after all he will make money either way). I am also worried that the cost of living in the Czech
Republic will rise to an extent that I will not be able afford to be
here and really will have to choose between the UK and the Czech
Republic. But that said, I was thinking about retiring anyway, I have
lots of friends here who would invite me to stay, and the change in
the exchange rate would mean I would get more £s for the sale of my Czech house.
So my self interest works both ways.
Sunday, 12 June 2016
Friday, 10 June 2016
I have been meaning to make the journey to South Moravia to see the Ride of the Kings for several years. This year I was determined to go and had even structured a tour to include the Ride. When that tour was cancelled, I decided I would go anyway and took my friend Maggie.
I really didn't have much idea what to expect. I knew the Ride of the Kings was a traditional celebration which had received UNESCO listing. A number of villages in the area have a Ride of the Kings, but the most famous and the only one that happens every year is Vlcnov. I presumed the village would be packed with visitors, much as Cesky Krumlov is for the Festival of the 5-Petalled Rose.
What I found was a genuinely local celebration with few tourists. In fact the locals seemed delighted that a Brit and an Australian had come to see their festival. The King is a 10-year old boy, dressed in women's clothing with a paper rose between his teeth, who rides through the village accompanied on either side by two aides in similar attire. In addition there are the riders - young men who recite verses in praise of their King and encouraging by flattery and insult the watchers into donating money. Their horses are decorated with ribbons and over 1000 crepe paper roses.
After the ride there is another procession featuring the women and men of the local villages in traditional folk costumes. Each village has its own costume. In the open-air amphitheatre in the centre of the village we watched local groups perform traditional dances and songs, whilst in one of the houses we met with two ladies who showed us how to make crepe-paper roses and fed us the local cake.
It was a quite extraordinary day and we loved every bit of it. Sadly my camera battery died half way through the day, but that gives me the excuse to go back another year.