Delegate Diary
August 5th
Dear Diary, After having survived a five hour train ride in the morning, I finally arrived at my first ever EYP-session. This seems like it might be the beginning of one of the strangest adventures in my life. Once I had dropped off my bags in a room full of people I don’t know, I was dragged into a giant circle of people performing a strange ritual involving a dance and a repetitive song. The song was about a moose named Fred, who drank juice in bed and spilled it all over his body. I don’t know Fred’s story, but in my opinion Fred needs to reevaluate some of his lifestyle choices. That can’t be healthy behaviour, even for a moose. I still don’t fully understand the reason for that weird ritual, but I’m guessing that in this part of Europe the Moose is an endangered species and that problem has to be brought to our attention. But if drowning in juice is the cause of extinction in these animals, do we actually want the species to remain on our planet? Maybe the European Union should start paying more attention to that and start facing the real problem. After that, I was forced to kiss my ‘fellow delegates’ - a.k.a. people I don’t know anything about - on the cheek. What is this EYP thing? Some kind of gathering for lovable but very touchy feely weirdos? Nothing special has happened yet, although most people are super hyper all of the time. They jump into each others arms and scream words that don’t even exist. I don’t have a clue what is going on, but I haven’t really noticed yet what the European Parliament has to do with any of this. Anyway, I get the Europe part. I mean; this place is full of people from different countries. Although that doesn’t come without it’s problems either. I really embarrassed myself when I started talking about pasta to a pasta-hating Italian. It was so awkward I was literally hoping the ground would swallow me whole... I guess stereotypes aren’t always true. Let’s see if tomorrow is less random. . . Bye Diary.
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