Doing International Education at the time of Nationalism
A friend told me that I am catching that nationalist cold that afflicts most of today's world, but I think it's rather an existential moment, out of the culture-free void of self-absolution, that made me see in context and look for new solidarities. My connections with the past appeared severed beyond redemption and my place in the world, as a receiver of culture, appeared pre-destined. Suddenly, the ghost of 'international education' appeared as a way of remaining a forever colonial.
It's rather, as I think now, time to shed my fear of those know-better foreigners and accepting a knowing-no-better paradigm, that all of us are trying to find our ways, no one knowing any better than the other. It's accepting that not knowledge, but curiosity matters more: The power of the world, history will bear this out, remains with the curious.
I am embracing a new idea of Education: Not of institutions, degrees and whatever comes after, but rather unceasing labour of finding myself as a historical being, freeing myself through the acceptance and realisation of my obligations. It's a strange way to relieving my tensions, but at least I am not running away from it.