{"id":4766,"date":"2017-02-23T11:03:10","date_gmt":"2017-02-23T11:03:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sceptical.scot\/staging\/?p=4766"},"modified":"2026-04-18T19:34:32","modified_gmt":"2026-04-18T19:34:32","slug":"padlocked-a-european-life-in-limbo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sceptical.scot\/staging\/2017\/02\/padlocked-a-european-life-in-limbo\/","title":{"rendered":"Padlocked: a European life in limbo"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

I don’t think I have ever felt the way I feel right now. I have a new job. It\u2019s very exciting.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

My boyfriend is moving in. We brought his bass amp a couple of weeks ago, that\u2019s a big one. We brought his jeans and t-shirts all nicely folded in my red Samsonite suitcase, the very same one in which I brought my belongings to the UK in 2005. It\u2019s funny I still have it and it\u2019s funny how it would never cross my mind, how its story was going to unfold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Warsaw-Stansted-Lowestoft-London-Edinburgh. I brought my books in it all the way up from Lowestoft in East Anglia to Scotland. \u2018Good heavens, what do you have inside, hen? Hubby’s body?\u2019 the National Express driver asked when I couldn\u2019t lift it up at the Victoria Bus Station.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s scratched here and there, and missing some zips, but it\u2019s still the same reliable suitcase. We managed to fit a lot in. I should really be happy, and I am, but every now and then, insomnia creeps back in. And I know that this is because I’ve been in a limbo for such a long time, it has screwed my sense of reality. Sometimes I’m optimistic and fine, sometimes I’m paranoid. Sometimes I’m both. Things seem to be changing every day but one thing that’s unchanged is the state of limbo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s a little bit embarrassing to admit that there are nights when I wake up trembling because \u2018they can deport me\u2019. Despite mainstream media\u2019s best efforts at scaremongering, I know they can\u2019t, and I know they won\u2019t, and I know I\u2019m doing everything right to secure my status.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Done and dusted \u2013 or is it?<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I posted my application for permanent residency a few days ago, and unfollowed all the helpful groups on Facebook, because I don’t want to know there’s a document I forgot to include, or something I should have addressed and didn’t know. I studied Home Office guidelines for a good six months and every time I discovered something new. So I don’t want to know I could have done something better. Done and dusted, let’s now wait and see. I don’t want to worry. But I do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s easy to tell me not to. I keep telling myself: don\u2019t be daft, Kasia. But I kept telling myself the same thing for the good part of 2016, and then 23rd<\/sup> June happened. And all the months of \u2018I wish I could guarantee EU citizen\u2019s rights, but I can\u2019t bullshit. I do not believe this government wants to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There are evenings when I hold on to my boyfriend to make sure he never lets me go. \u2018Don\u2019t let them send me away,\u2019 I said in a particularly dark moment. He keeps proposing. Ever since the morning of 24th<\/sup> June, he keeps telling me he\u2019ll marry me. I love him. He\u2019s a rebel. He cuddles me in his sleep so tight I can\u2019t breathe sometimes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But the problem is, it doesn\u2019t make a difference to the Home Office. Whether we\u2019re married, whether we have kids, whether we share a mortgage, a flat, a bank account, the ownership of the cat. It doesn\u2019t. At the moment, the only route available for me to chase away the nightmares, even if only partially, is to get a confirmation that I\u2019ve been exercising my treaty rights for at least the last five years. Without it I can\u2019t apply for citizenship. It has nothing to do with tying the knot. It has nothing to do with any ties I\u2019ve created with the UK. The Home Office case worker doesn\u2019t care whom I love and who loves me. If you think of all the unattached people who have been exercising their treaty rights \u2013 it couldn\u2019t be fairer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Is Poland home more than Edinburgh?<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

The question the soulless form asks though is what ties I still have with the country I come from. \u2018Family, friends, cultural\u2019 are the suggestions. Home Office does not care if I have the same ties with this country. No. Are they trying to prove Poland is home more than the UK is? It makes me paranoid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I mean, of course Poland is home. I feel at home every time I go to visit. Does it make Edinburgh less home? At the end of the day, I do not come back<\/strong> to Poland every time I visit. But I come back<\/strong> to Edinburgh every time I fly out of Balice and fly west. \u2018Do you go back often?\u2019 is the standard small talk question (one of many difficult ones), that I get asked over and over again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I don\u2019t \u2018go back\u2019. There\u2019s no \u2018back\u2019. There\u2019s here and there, and here is definitely in Scotland. There\u2019s also everywhere else, the world, or \u2018nowhere\u2019 as some would rather have it. And yet, Poland is still home, all the places all over the country I love and miss. Places I don\u2019t want to go back to, places I don\u2019t want to live in. I want to live here, in this windy and wet part of the island, where people speak with the most beautiful accents on Earth. Where I\u2019ve been promised to be married, and Anne Frank\u2019ed if needs be. Fed steak and gluten free muffins.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My family\u2019s here. My extended urban family, which I can always count on, and my little Scottish family, who adopted me and embraced me on the day I felt let down. Why would I ever want to give it up? Why would anyone have the right to tell me to \u2018go back\u2019? As if they were telling me I should travel back in time to 2005 and decide I wasn\u2019t going after all. Nah, thanks, don\u2019t want the adventure, don\u2019t want the job. One day in 2016 I\u2019ll wake up feeling unwelcome, it\u2019s not worth it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As if it was that difficult to understand, that what makes me me<\/em>, is not where I was born alone. What makes me me<\/em> is the sum of all my life experiences, here and there, and everywhere else. You ask for my nationality? I\u2019ll always be Polish. You ask which country I\u2019m a citizen of. Poland. For now. I can be a citizen of many. I can be a citizen of everywhere. You ask about my identity? \u2018You\u2019re Polish Scottish\u2019 one patron at Brass Monkey Leith once suggested. Yes, I am. Poland is where I was born, Scotland is where I want to be. So, when you tell me to \u2018go back\u2019, you tell me to do what exactly, tear out a part of me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Second class citizen <\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

When I\u2019m calm I realise that the thing I\u2019m really scared of is not deportation, or being made to jump through hoops (or rings of fire, more like), nor the shattered sense of identity. It\u2019s the discrimination, it\u2019s the forever feeling of being a second class citizen. It\u2019s being told I don\u2019t belong, even though I belong. I\u2019m scared of my boyfriend having to listen to comments about his immigrant girlfriend. I\u2019m scared of people talking me down behind my back and smiling to my face. I\u2019m scared of being the leper, \u2018Stefcia Rudecka<\/a>\u2019.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m scared one day I\u2019ll have to face a Leave voter (in real life, not online) and stand my ground. But how can I? I wasn\u2019t even allowed to cast a vote. A vote that has changed my present and future. That has put me in a limbo that I\u2019ve been in for over six months now. What arguments do I have against \u2018you\u2019ve stolen our job\u2019, \u2018you\u2019ve driven the wages down\u2019, \u2018you\u2019ve put the NHS under pressure\u2019, \u2018you can\u2019t even speak proper English\u2019, \u2018you don\u2019t respect our ways\u2019 and all that. What do I respond to \u2018unelected European technocrats\u2019, \u2018we pay more than we get back\u2019, \u2018we wanted the control of our law\u2019? How do I start explaining the ease of work and travel, Charter of Fundamental Rights of the EU, EU subsidies and Erasmus? Horizon 2020 and European research consortia?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m more likely to just break down and refuse to look them in the face, because I might not be able to hold back the tears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Somebody recently asked the 3 million Facebook forum whether there was anyone whose partner voted to Leave. Partner. The person you share your life with voted against the arrangement that brought you to their country. Can anyone be even more hypocritical? Yet, there were people who answered: I love them, what can I do? We have kids.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Throw away the key<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

My boyfriend is more likely to stand up for me than I am to stand up for myself. He manoeuvres so smoothly between being furious with the British sense of grandiosity and being proud about the Scottish welcoming and accepting nature. He keeps explaining Scottish humour to me, for the fear someone will unwittingly make me upset, when they are trying to make me feel \u2018one of us\u2019.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So, every time I can\u2019t sleep at night, I listen to his breath and it calms me down. I also think of all the people who (perhaps for all their own political or not, reasons) have stood up for us, the EU nationals. My MSP Ash Denham who sent me a letter saying I was still welcome in Scotland after the referendum (she’s only three years older than me). The First Minister of Scotland who told her aide that she couldn\u2019t leave until I and my two friends told her about our concerns. Nick Clegg, too, for what it\u2019s worth. The Mayor of London. The 3 Million\u2019s Nicolas Hatton who said in answer to the members of the Brexit select committee (they queried why he’s asking the UK government to guarantee his rights): \u2018Because this is my government\u2019. All the immigration lawyers who give their help on Facebook free of charge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But every now and then, fear creeps in and I just can’t stop it. All I can do – and all I’ve been trying to do is to get all those frightening thoughts and pack them up in my head, put them in the biggest mental suitcase I can find and zip them up, put a padlock on them – and throw away the key. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it really does.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Kasia<\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

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This personal account first appeared on the author\u2019s blog<\/span><\/a> and is published here with her permission. <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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