Cromer High - Letters to Europe

Writers Centre Norwich organised for over 200 students at schools across Norfolk to work with a professional writer and a refugee to compose a series of Letters to Europe. These letters form part of an international conversation about the future of Europe, and the hopes and dreams young people harbour for it.

We're delighted to post a selection of the letters by Cromer High.

 

Dear Europe,

I dream that I could say I love you and I do, it’s the fascist dictators and prime ministers and greed loving pig people or dirty, uncaring people, plus war like military loving maniacs that I hate, and everyday I see them, but the real question is: do  I see you? DO you care for me? Do you love me?

I do not believe in God but if there is, why doesn’t he come and save me from the biggest trap that human have ever faced, ourselves. Why is it that he doesn’t come and share our food between each continent and that instead of having more food than in Asia, not feeling pride for being in this continent, Instead I feel like a robot.

Why is it that we are still at war with Iraq and Afghanistan, why do the governments of some in Europe not give to the poorer countries and continents. Why is it that are not at peace. Why do we have some people without anything, even family, food and water.

I wish that I could see Europe as a beautiful place
I wish that I could see Europe as a peaceful place
I wish that I could see Europe as a non-violent place
I wish that I could see Europe as a place of happiness and love.

And I ask you now please rid me of these presidents and prime ministers and show your real self.

When I wish you would tell me, you would should show me world peace.

Jake, Cromer High - Letters to Europe Workshop November 2010

 

Dear Europe,

I want to meet you. Maybe we could go for a cup of coffee and a slice of cake at the local cafe?
You could bring some of your nice Danish pastries and a German boiling ring to look along the stone. While we talk about life; we could discuss your economy and come up with a plan.

We could reminisce and cherish your most glorious moments while we stroll in the cool breeze and wonder through your rolling green hills.

We could look down from the sky and admire you big, bustling cities, heaving with more noise and colour.

We could skip through your vast, open fields and dance among the trees, brimming with blushing peaches, apples and pears, and fruits of all kinds.

But I know you’re way too busy to bother with me, a parasite, a blemish on your rocky skin. You have to deal with greedy political leaders, squandering other people’s hard earned money on pointless things. You have to fight disease, take the rotting bodies of men, women and children back into your soil.

You have to deal with war, blighting your beautiful face with death and pain.

As for me, I am a misfit, an outcast, a small hermit who admires you and wants to be accepted in you greatness.

One day I will spread my wings, leave my home and come and find you.

See you then.

Phoebe, Cromer High- Letters to Europe Workshop November 2010

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