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752 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2004
No-one foresaw the current EU. Who would have dared to predict in 1953 - the year in which Stalin died, in which George Marshall and Albert Schweitzer received the Nobel Prize for Peace, in which Princess Elizabeth became Queen Elizabeth II, the year in which the East Germans rebelled and the Dutch-Belgian border was the scene of a fierce manhunt for butter smugglers - who would have dared to predict that half a century later there would be an EU of twenty-seven members, with its own currency and its own parliament, a free space with largely open internal borders, that would stretch from Ireland by way of a united Germany to the very borders of chaotic Russia?
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The tragic thing about Europe, as other observers have noted, has to do with the fact that those very measures needed to survive in the long term - the influx of young immigrants to reverse the demographic trend towards ageing, reorganisation of the welfare states to strengthen Europe's competitive position with regard to the other continents, open dealings with the Muslim world, good stewardship with regard to raw materials and the environment, the further strengthening and de-nationalisation of Europe's military forces - are, at the same time, often grist to the mill of paranoid populist movements.
There is no European people. There is no single, all-embracing community of culture of tradition that binds together Jorwerd, Vásárosbéc, and Kefallonia; there are at least four of them: the Northern-Protestant, the Latin-Catholic, the Greek-Orthodox, and the Muslim-Ottoman. There is not a single language, but dozens of them. The Italians feel very differently about the word 'state' than do the Swedes. There are still no truly European political parties, and pan-European newspapers and television stations still lead a marginal existence. And, above all: in Europe there is very little in the way of shared historical experience.
Almost every country I travelled through myself, for example, had come up with its own account of the unimaginable explosion of violence between 1939 - 1945, its own myth to explain all that unbelievable madness, to justify wrongdoings, to bury humiliation and create new heroes.
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I have often had the feeling that, despite our common heritage and our present-day contacts, Europe as it was in spring 1914 exhibited a greater cultural unity than it does today, more than ninety years later. Then, a worker in Warsaw led more or less the same life as a worker in Brussels, and the same went for a teacher in Berlin or in Prague, a shopkeeper in Budapest or in Amsterdam.
(It remains entirely possible, of course, that factors such as climate change or major epidemics will once again overturn all these economic prognoses.)
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