I asked them their impressions about Brexit from their perspective.
As representative for Wikimedia, Lucy couldn't really get involved in the politics of it but she noted with Maren and Martin a generalised feeling of dismay.
Martin said something to the effect that it was too complex a question for the time they had.
Indeed, they didn't have much time, they had to leave to the afternoon sessions.
We continued an "after-conversation" with Nadine, Mark, and Dinah who was typing in the chat.
Nadine, travelling from Egypt was already having to travel/work around the laptop ban.
The battle of open.
I shared a story of how I fell upon a Twitter trolling of the Scottish first minister.
I looked at the tweet.
He was calling Nicole Sturgeon a traitor.
And what do we do to traitors he asked?
They hang.
I saw an avatar with an English flag.
I looked at the name.
With horror, I thought to myself: this is someone I know.
I checked.
It was a childhood friend.
I thought of how our lives had taken such different paths.
I, to safe middle-class higher education and ex-expatriation in France.
He, to work in a factory from the age of 16, and premature unemployment.
I, increasingly internationally connected, with a growing intercultural "awareness" of how little I am aware.
He, increasingly internationally connected, locally disconnected, with a growing frustration at intercultural exploitation and a clear awareness of what he has lost.
I fear for the future.
He has no future.
Shrinking privileges
I thought of how a few years earlier I had travelled to London for a conference.
This would now be impossible for me due to current economic constraints.
Privileges are shrinking.
Pressure on people is rising.
Mark spoke of similar experiences with old school friends who were now unemployed Trump supporters.
Platforms which carried such promise a few years earlier are being used to squeeze the life out of people around the world.
Californian dreams.
I remembered a Microsoft ad with images of Woodstock.
I remembered the free iPad I got at a London conference a few years back.
Those were the days...of being a roaming autodidact.
What happened to “roaming autodidacts,” asks @dkernohan. “They became Nazis.” #OER17
Now I roam mostly virtually. Imagined communities.
I remembered the feeling of being European.
I had a British passport but I was European.
I think now of learning to sing the Marseillaise with my daughter.
I have to be French to be European now...for how much longer?
Shall we go back to singing old battle songs.
Aux armes, citoyens Formez vos bataillons Marchons, marchons! Qu'un sang impur Abreuve nos sillons!
Allons enfants de la Patrie Le jour de gloire est arrivé! Contre nous de la tyrannie L'étendard sanglant est levé L'étendard sanglant est levé Entendez-vous dans les campagnes Mugir ces féroces soldats? Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras Égorger vos fils, vos compagnes!
Aux armes, citoyens Formez vos bataillons Marchons, marchons! Qu'un sang impur Abreuve nos sillons!
There are those who are winners in an increasingly polarised system.
There are those who are now losing and will look for others to blame.
There are those who were always losing and who say to us now: "This is how it feels guys."
There are those who will continue to be winners.
They will share their smiling photos from conferences in far away places.
Shall we applaud their openness? Making a moocery of us all?
I heard about exciting new ventures at OER17
I am sorry if I am not always able to find cheer.
There are those who are refugees and who are offered a MOOC.
MOONLITE
I know that I should be crediting the photographer.
Who will credit the refugees on the beach?
A MOOC financed with European funding while kids are drowning in the Mediterranean.
What will it be?
Swimming lessons?
I don't go and learn more about the project, I fear upsetting people, knowing one of the authors.
I simply write how my ignorance makes me feel.
I am sorry.
I heard about a Wikimedia scheme to help kids identify fake news.
Are we going to get European funding to help students see what is fake?
I think of my childhood friend and the promises made to him by successive governments.
I wonder what lies I am living?
Do we need bloody hours to work out a simple equation?
People are being screwed.
I heard John Casey talk about educational technology.