This is the wrong Brexit.

When I started working in the UK, I handed HR my German ID card for photocopying. That was it, the toe-high hurdle between me and employment in another EU country. I now live in London with my wife and my 9-month-old son. England is not perfect. Germans like to complain, mostly about bread and windows (and they are right). Still, the UK allows us a good life. Immigration was that easy because I ticked the "EU citizen" box when I provided my information. For those who cannot do so truthfully there are UK immigration procedures. Stories from academics about sudden deportation from the UK have become its own sad literary genre.

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REISEGENUSS

Der Mann war etwa Ende vierzig. Er hatte kurzes, graues Haar und ein helles, großnasiges Gesicht mit dünnen, tiefen Falten. Er stand vor mir in der Schlange in einem kleinen Supermarkt gegenüber vom Bahnhof St Pancras in London. Er trug eine orangene Sicherheitsweste, auf die er hinten mit schwarzem Edding geschrieben hatte. „UKIP“, stand dort, und darunter: „Save our country“.

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