ICM 2007

It’s a balance.
For some reason I alway get sick when I travel. So now I have a cold. Probably has to do with resistance, and germs. This morning I was relatively OK.
But just now I sat at the meeting and I tried to tilt my head so far backwards that the slime in my nose would not run down, while I would still be able to see who was talking. I probably looked quite arrogant.
Back to this morning. I thought I talked too much. Everybody must have thought: VIA-NL again, with their remarks on every point. Not even important ones. Hey, I’m just the messenger…No, I’m not. I have to contribute as well. So I deliver my branches thoughts, as well as my own, and try to be alert. I’m at the ICM for the first time. Can you tell?

Being more quiet was easier the second part of the day as it was informative mostly and, like I said I was balancing fluids in my nasal spaces. Thoughts always seem to go slower when you have a cold. So it was even harder to figure out another balance:
In the break I had asked around about the resolution I’m trying to find another supporting branch for. It’s quite important for our branch (as it looks now we’ll arrive at the next TEM without any camps to offer). But I didn’t really got any reaction of understanding. Why aren’t were proposing anything that is helping the organisation forward. Are we trying to block SCI? Gee, didn’t think it was that bad. Is this a matter of loyality? To whom? When we discussed it back home in our flat land, in our flat organisation, with the rain pouring down, it all seemed so simple. Why is it so hard then to agree now over a coffee, on this snowy mountain? Different priorities probably.
Do I want to be here? I’m a volunteer. For the tenth time I sneeze. Apart from my germs I want the other delegates to bring something home with them, something which is actally good for all. So this is the moment I’m not the messenger. Now I have to think. Try to find that one brilliant compromise that everybody can support. But my thoughts are like those noises that you get when you slow down songs. Weeeuuurrreee aaarrrrrrryyyyyoouuuu gooooooiiiinnnn’? 
I’m going to get a shower and then a whiskey. Those are the better fluids, and I’ll just let them run down, and sleep.
And then tomorrow I’ll have more space in my head. Place to fit in this brilliant idea.

Still, all diplomatic suggestions are welcome.

 Florian

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