Home again
Tuesday, December 11th, 2007After a day of travelling I’m back home. Being imprisoned in large metal vehicels, staring out windows, gives you the chance to reflect on the ICM as a whole.
What have we reached? Many decisions did not go our way. That is, my branche’s way. Maybe it is because we are such a stubborn, anarchistic chaotic perky branch. Probably even. (Let me add that we do tend to think about things extensively). Does this mean that the whole meeting was useless?
No. The ICM is not just a decisionmaking machine. It’s the place to have a good debate on an international level. To have your voice heard, even though you’re a minority. It’s also the place to see each other. See face behind e-mails, leaflets and workcampapplications. A place for coffee, party, strolls through the forest and three attempts to see the sun rise in the morning, without any direct succes, but with marvellous small talk.
The bubble has broken. Back to the madness of normal life. As opposed to the madness of international meetings. I have to find a job really. Now, there we may have a case of irony after all, having just come from a meeting for a voluntary organisation. Reality closing in. No, that’s not true. SCI might be even more real, because everybody works for ideals, not for money, not for your own need, but for the dream (argueably there might be SCI-members that are addicted:). They are dreams, very realistic ones, that can be lived.
It’s strange, being so tired when leaving, thought I could sleep for a week, but this morning I woke up early. Ok, partly because I’m still in Bulgarian time, but also because I miss it. How shall I put it…:Hey you, delegates, observers, IEC, staff and all volunteers! You’re a nag, but I like you.
Now, back to my branch and put loads of energy in the new season. First thing: report back on ICM2007.
Florian