Day one: quiet before the storm? Not in Paris!
En of het Peak Event ons aansprak. Een dik uur Thalys, een korte metrotrip en twee keer rond het indrukwekkende Monument à la République stonden we naast studenten uit Warwick, Ljubljana en Barcelona.
Wanneer het regent in Parijs, druppelt het in Brussel. Maar wanneer het stormt in Brussel, schijnt blijkbaar de zon in Parijs. Gelukkig bleken de Franse cheminots wel solidair met de door storm geteisterde Belgische spoorwegen door het werk neer te leggen. Na een avond vol ontmoetingen met de andere studenten vertrokken we daarom extra vroeg richting de universiteit van Cergy voor de presentaties.
Day two: peak of the Peak Event
Et si un jour
elle se sépare et qu'on ait à choisir un camp
Ce serait le pire des cauchemars, tout ça pour une histoire de langue
J'ai vécu mes plus belles histoires en français et en flamand
After a lovely meet and greet with the other students in a picturesque French restaurant, morning arrived very quickly and it was time to present… the peak of the Peak Event!
To kick off the presentations, we started with a condensed overview of Belgium’s complicated language history. When did the Dutch-speaking get a voice in their own language? The Equality Law of 1898, establishing that legislation should be ratified and published in both French and Dutch, was only the first step towards a more equal position in society for the Dutch-speaking ‘Brusseleirs’. But the French-speaking population felt threatened by the new legislation, and often refused to execute the new laws…
In our presentations, we provided different perspectives on this conflict by looking at the issue through the eyes of some principal actors at the time. Roger Nols was the French-speaking mayor of one of Brussels’ municipalities with very controversial views on the new language legislation and Marie Popelin the exemplification of the struggle Dutch-speaking women in Brussels had to go through. The case of higher education in Brussels, with two monolingual universities, is in some ways the best example of the love-hate relationship French and Dutch speaking citizens have.
The language issue was never far away uring our stay in Paris. English was the lingua franca used between the students, but the topic of multilingualism was often discussed. We noticed a big difference in our education systems, with some being taught other languages very early on, whilst for others learning a second or third language is not a requirement. Of course culture also has a big influence; in Belgium we have three languages (Dutch, French and German), although once outside Brussels we tend to communicate in the language of the region we are in. Our Catalan friends on the other hand were constantly alternating between Catalan and Spanish. Slovenia seems to take up some kind of in-between position, with different (smaller) minorities present in the country. France and the UK can at first sight be regarded as mainly monolingual, but discussing this with our fellow students taught us that Breton, Corsican, Welsh or Gaelic (to name just a few) should not be overlooked. Duly noted!
Language was a reappearing topic within the different presentations as well. The Belgian case was a clear example of linguistic minorities, but the Catalan and Slovene case studies also touched upon the subject. We continued our discussions on “elites being minorities” and “comparing collaboration in France and Belgium” in a more informal setting, resulting in some very interesting conversations.
We were impressed when one of the students from Barcelona told us about the long and difficult road she has to conquer in order to become a judge. The content and difficulty of the final exam really shocked us, the expectation to know everything about anything sounded surreal to us. Especially when in Belgium, when starting your masters you choose a field to specialize in.
When discussing
the cost of education with the students of Warwick and Ljubljana, we were all
surprised about the huge differences between the countries. Whilst higher
education in Slovenia is free (to a certain degree), this totally contrasts with
the high student loans the British students will have at the end of their
degree.
Day
three: talking the talk, walking the walk
Ah, Paris…
Although the soft seats of the Thalys felt particularly comfortable after our trek through the city (including final sprint to catch our train), we left Paris with slight reluctance. It really is a beautiful and enjoyable city, but to us the wonderful interactions with students from all over Europe really were the highlights of our stay. One last time, we followed in Angèle’s footsteps as the rainy skyline of Brussels appeared on the horizon:
Paris
m'appelle quand je veux rentrer chez moi
Quand le ciel gris et la pluie me manquent, je vais mieux quand j'te vois
Les villes sont belles, mais moi je ne pense qu'à toi
Quand mon pays et ma ville me manquent, moi je ne t'oublie pas
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