On Brexit eve, Nyla Nox reflects on her time in Britain and, alike millions of other EU citizens out there, on a stark choice ahead.

First published in January 2020.

I remember when I first came to England as a teenager. It was dark and strange.

I remember when I first came to London. It was the dirty, crumbling ruin of an empire. I remember the magic of the language. How it opened up the world for me, English.

Until I, a school girl from a poor family, a foreigner, who could only stay for a while because I was not British and had to register with the police every 3 months, managed to come and live here, under Freedom of Movement, which meant that poor artists like me had that freedom, for the very first time in history.

I remember London, changing into a new beauty, London, becoming cosmopolitan.

I remember working with people from all over the world and particularly from all over Europe. The language remained magical for me.

Until I, poor, European, an ordinary citizen, wrote a book, in English, yes, like all my books, that was published by HarperCollins UK a few years ago. Under a different name. And I am now listed by them as a British author.

Today I, English European school girl, poor artist, British author, see this country leave the EU.

And it leaves me with a stark choice: apply to be allowed to stay here with diminished rights and under constant threat of deportation, or leave and NEVER be able to come back to live and work here.

I, poor schoolgirl of a crumbling Empire, I, citizen of Europe, I, British author, mourn this dark day that destroys my life.🔷

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[This is an original piece, first published by the author in PoliticsMeansPolitics.com on 31 January 2020. | The author writes in a personal capacity.]

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