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In 1995, I was 17 years old and I
wanted to see the world (meaning territory behind the Velvet Curtain; one-day
trip to Hradec Kralove did not count).
When holiday time came, I jumped on the
bus to Britain. After 22-hour ride (all passengers were meek and ordered; even
if incidental bus stops turned out to be places without proper toilets) the
whole bus went strangely quiet at the solemn anticipation of judgment at the
border. Where to hide extra amounts of cigarettes so that customs do not get
them? As we were getting closer to the immigration office, we passed the people
with sad and disappointed faces by the side of the road. They were refused
entry and were trying to hitch a ride back home. You could tell by their
incongruous clothing and wild look in the eye they were Poles. I looked the
same – my second-hand shop jacket and Sunday best jeans with a marble pattern
appeared less fashionable in the civilised world than I originally thought.
I stepped out to face the immigration
officer. At his little desk the radio was on,
ironically it played the Queen’s “Heaven for everyone”:
In this world of cool deception
Just your smile can smooth my ride
These troubled
days of cruel rejection, hmm
You come to me,
soothe my troubled mind.
The interview was tough – detailed
account of my life was needed. I had to show how much money I had (all my
teenage life’s savings) as well as the invitation letter (the officer called my
companion’s aunt to check if she was expecting us). I dreamed of the summer job
of strawberry picker which would allow me to go to the university in Warsaw. I
could not believe it but I made it. They let me though. “Are you excited to be
in the UK?” one of the stern-faced officials asked. “I do.” I replied,
momentarily forgetting the grammar.
What followed was sweet and sour. Britain was full of vivid colours, so
different from grey post-communist Poland. Whenever asked about my citizenship,
I learnt quickly it was so much better to say “Poland” with a slur, as it was
so much better for your interlocutor to hear “Holland”. Jokes reflected the
stereotype well...
Q: Why aren't there any suicides in Poland?
A: You can't kill yourself jumping out of a basement window.
There was a prevalent stereotype of poor, desperate, inarticulate Pole
living in the shadow economy, on the margins of the Western European societies.
Q: What does it say on the bottom of a Coke bottle in Poland? A: Open the
other end.
And here is another one:
Guy walks into a bar, sits down and
starts to make conversation with guy at next table. "Want to hear the
world's worst Polish joke?" #2 says "Sure, but before you tell it,
let me tell you something. See those two bikers over there by the door? They're
Polish. And those two bouncers by the bar? They're Polish too! The Bartender??
Polish!! And one more thing pal, I'm Polish too!!! Now.... still want to
tell that joke?" "Hell no," replies #1, "I don't want to
have to explain it 6 times!"
I soon learnt that tasting the West can
be a bit like licking the candy shop window. To run the risk and seek
employment on a farm exposed you to the risk of deportation (this happened to
poor Maciej; having spent a few days in the detention centre; meals at her
Majesty’s cost provided), abuse from dishonest contractors or employers (Jacek
got beaten up for eating some of the beans he was supposed to pick; he fled in
the dead of night as his oppressor went to fetch the gun). Rough-sleeping Poles
were the common sight at the Victoria Coach Station.
I took up a holiday job: I picked
celery for 2 pounds an hour. It ended badly: the plants were sprinkled with
some fertiliser or insecticide that gave me severe burns on the skin. I worked
hand in hand with a Kurd who told me the story of his life: how Saddam Hussain
killed all his family through a lethal gas attack at his village. On my way
back on the ferry to France. I watched Europeans enjoying themselves, laughing
and drinking.
This is a typical experience of the
Pole/Slovak who came into adulthood in 1990s. This is a common fate of
Belarusians and Ukrainians in Poland today. Is it so hard to see the connection between the EU and prosperity of
people?
I returned home with a conviction that
it would be good if Poles and fellow Central Europeans could be the EU
citizens. I wanted Poles to move freely and take up employment where they wish,
participate in the Socrates programme, enjoy the same status as the Dutch or
Portuguese youth. I became a sceptic of Euroscepticism. I moved on to become a
civil servant leading Poland to become part of the EU. My heart overflew with
happiness on 1 May 2004. I started to believe my poor country would escape the
curse of history – to be placed on the periphery of Europe. In the following
years, the Poles enjoyed the full access to the single market; and the country
was back on the map of Europe after terrible 50 years of communism. The Polish
jokes were just jokes again, with Western Europeans realising Central Europeans
are good people like everybody else.
It took our region over two decades to
become fully-fledged members of the EU. It did not happen by itself of course –
it took a lot of blood, sweat and tears on the part of bureaucrats,
intellectuals, entrepreneurs or simply hard-working people. Prosperity in
Central Europe increased not solely due to the EU membership, but it was not a pure
coincidence that Eastern European countries which did not join the EU did not
fare so well.
Today I hear voices in Central Europe
that the EU is unfair (because Germans, instead of paying for the cohesion
policy, want to have a say in governance of Europe), morally spoilt (because
the rights of sexual minorities are guaranteed), anti-Christian (because there
is separation of state and church) and living hell (because it dared to accept
refugees from war-torn countries that happen to be Muslim). I do not think
these complaints make a lot of sense. I do not buy politicians’ talk how evil
EU bureaucracy is, how immoral or failed European Western European societies are,
how big a threat to national sovereignty the EU can be.
Only the EU can guarantee freedoms on
the Single Market. And do not be mistaken, when Britain eventually leaves the
EU, it will make sure the movement of people between Britain and the EU will be
as seamless as possible. It is the third countries which will suffer because of
tightening of the immigration regime.
I have been in the antechamber of
Europe before and I do not want to go back to that status. When it comes to
humiliation at border checks, I have had my share.
***
This is a long way to say thank you to
Mr Robert Fico who said several times that he wants Slovakia to be in the centre
of Europe. I wish other V4 leaders followed.
Jakub Wiśniewski, PhD
Research Director
GLOBSEC Policy Institute