Brexit, schmexit

This morning, on a rare foray into facebook, I┬áread a British friend’s post about his sadness about Brexit. He talked about how upset he was to lose his citizenship of the EU, one of the most important collaborations in the world (in his opinion).

I’ve followed the UK position fairly obsessively over the past two years, watching the soap opera play out on BBC Radio 4. And my friend is right, it is sad – also dysfunctional, self-punishing, illogical.

Living in Brussels gives you a close-up of the EU, in all its idealism and its dysfunction. Brussels isn’t without its own problems. But it’s clear that the UK’s political administration is pretty imperfect too. And the EU’s true goal – to prevent conflict within the continent – remains a truly important one.

Image credit: Furfur, via Wikipedia

Image credit: Furfur, via Wikipedia

Last time I took the Eurostar, as the train pulled into King’s Cross St. Pancras, I looked up at the station’s magnificent ceiling, and at Tracy Emin’s neon pink scrawl–apparently a message of love for Europe–and felt the loss of Brexit. Even if the UK suffers more than other parties in this mess, it’s not a zero-sum game, and with Brexit, we’re all of us going to miss out.