This program has been a great opportunity, full of learning
experiences that took place in the classroom setting, internship setting, and
even tours around other parts of Belgium. My internship was a very interesting
experience. It took me a long time to
get over how it different it was from my perception of my own academic and
professional interests, but I definitely learned a lot from working at the
International Disability and Development Consortium. It was like an immersion
course in the field of development. I
got to attend meetings and events where speakers included: MEPs, members of various directorates of the European
Commission, the UN Special Rapporteur for extreme poverty and human rights, development scholars, representatives from civil society organizations, and representatives from UNICEF, the World Bank, and the International Labour Organization. I feel
that these experiences have given me a solid foundation for understanding the issues
surrounding development and goals of development policy in the European Union. I am very grateful that
I got to have these experiences and level of access to actors in the field of
development. My internship
also gave me clearer insight into the ways that NGOs operate. I observed the
IDDC and its member organizations deal with challenges related to project
management and cooperation among themselves in terms of establishing common
goals.
I really enjoyed the chance to travel during this program. We got
to see a lot of Belgium and we did some weekend travelling on our own as well.
I wasn’t too crazy about Amsterdam and its overly touristy parts, I was
intrigued by a brief trip to Luxembourg where we went to find out what exactly
is in Luxembourg, and I fell completely in love with Germany. Berlin is the
city that I can’t quite figure out and the place I promise to return to – and hopefully
even live in one day. I shed my anti-tourist, jaded New Yorker persona in
Germany, abandoning my initial discomfort with the prospect that I would be in
a country where I don’t understand the language at all. I was perfectly glad to
pose in front of the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin and buy people cologne in
Cologne (Speaking of touristy things, I was so emotionally moved by the
Beethoven Haus in Bonn that I don’t suspect it will be very pretty when I
finally make my Austrian Mozart pilgrimage one day. Then again, I have no doubt
I’ll be struggling to stifle a conniption fit the next time I unfortunately
find myself on 34th Street or in SoHo).
Riding on the tram and reflecting on the scenery of the route from
Montgomery to Ixelles, I came to realize how strange a city Brussels is. On one
side of a tram stop sign, I saw a Dutch name, on the other side, a totally
different French name. It made me wonder whether there are two (or more) completely
different experiences of living in Brussels. A Dutch-speaking person would have
a different perspectives and different landmarks than the Francophone world I’ve
been somewhat immersed in. Immigrants and other residents of Brussels might
also have a different insight into the way this city works. Given my time
living here in Brussels and the affectionately termed “Beek” (a.k.a.
Wezembeek-Oppem), I don’t understand this place at all.
I can’t definitively say that there is a Bruxellois way of life – even
my use of the French adjective somewhat excludes the Dutch and non-Belgian
residents of this city. Brussels is an enigma. It’s complicated and it’s
confusing. Every time I came back from a weekend in Germany, I felt an
increasing sense of discomfort, even distaste, within the maze-like streets of
Brussels. There are so many facets of this city – so many neighborhoods that we’ve
never explored – and that’s slightly disorienting to me. I don’t feel the
desire to come back to Brussels the way I feel the compulsion to go back to
Berlin. I’m just left to wonder: if I saw more of Brussels, would I understand
it even less?