#brexit or my longest lasting hangover
Did it really happen? Can please somebody pinch and wake me up? Flashback. It’s Thursday evening, the day of the vote. A mixed group of internationals pouring wine and enjoying Pizza. England, Austria, Italy, Luxembourg call it whatever, our own little European Union. Nobody expects the unexpectable, markets, politicians and news have told us that everything will go alright. Brexit? Never!
However, the sun rises with a iron punch, covering our heart in shackles. Unshackled as the British tabloid press claims are we looking at a EU of 27 rather than 28 member states. And ever since than, every day reveals new development, downsides of the referendum and the pain in our fellow students and friends eyes. But this can not be the end. We have fought any hangover, we’ve come back better. And we stay together forever. Fuck your borders!