Uncomfortable was just the beginning.


4 Months after the decision of the majority of Welsh and English voters outside London to leave the EU, life in the UK has become unsurprisingly uncertain for the average EU citizen. It’s not what I was made for: I am German, and as such political and existential uncertainty is genetic anathema for me. Never in my life I woke up and had to find out by a Radio 4 radio presenter that the majority of my fellow inhabitants of this sceptered isle had not only decided to turn their back on the most successful economic bloc but also to make life for people like me mighty uncomfortable. Which something I don’t really understand, because:

I am not taking anybody’s job. Just like my fellow 27,000 EU doctors in the UK, we were hired in to work in posts that did not attract British graduates. According to that postillon of Brexit, the Daily Mail, the vacancy rate for posts for doctors in the NHS is 7%. Filling these posts will now even be trickier, as recruitment from the EU has just become virtually impossible, with European colleagues now rethinking their decision to work in a country that might ask them to leave in two years.

I came to the UK not for need, but for want. It will soon be 20 years since I started my first job as a Junior House Officer in Dudley’s Russels Hall Hospital. Not the most glamorous or attractive post, you will agree. But that’s the point: I didn’t come to the UK because I was unemployed in Germany, au contraire. I just wanted to work in the UK, full stop. Like so many other Germans of my generation, anglophilia is in my genes. We grew up with Freddie Frinton, Monty Python, Dave Allen (ok, so he was Irish), British pop, language excursions to England’s beachside towns (I was exiled to Brightlingsea for 6 weeks. Best language trip ever!), so moving to the UK was a dream that was harboured for many years. Graduation just made it finally possible.

I am not living in an ethnic ghetto. Ask any European academic working in the UK, and you’ll find a group of people who have assimilated completely into British life. Okay, so we can’t get rid of our accents (and boy, do you remind us), but apart from that you will find us being immersed in British culture, whether it’s on a local or national level. And why? Because we love it. That’s what why we came over here for. British culture is so much more vibrant and varied compared to other nations and sports the best public broadcasting service in the world (apart from Radio New Zealand National). The BBC alone makes it worth living here.

I am not leeching of the state : Like my fellow EU citizens me and my darling partner are net contributors to the British state: we are paying a considerable amount of taxes, rarely use the NHS or council services, buy local and/or British and don’t send our wages (which, by the way, would be considerably higher back in Deutschland) to our relatives. An UCL paper from the centre for research and analysis of migration reported that European migrants made a net contribution of £20bn to UK public finances between 2000 and 2011. Those from the 15 countries which made up the EU before 2004, including France, Germany, Italy and Spain, contributed 64% – £15bn more in taxes than they received in welfare – while east European migrants contributed 12%, equivalent to £5bn more.

So, why do Amber Rudd and Jeremy Hunt (and probably a few people more) want to get rid of me and my colleagues? For the last twenty years, the UK has been my home, so I wouldn’t have a clue where to move to. If someone would tell me to go home, I’d probably ask why he wants me in Essex this very minute.

It’s all rather baffling. Or, actually, it’s more than that.

It’s scary.

It has created existential uncertainty for a group of people propping up public services of the country they love. And it doesn’t look like it’s going to get better.



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