The journey to the summit in Brussels – ‘Women Entrepreneurship – Making Business Meaningful’ took place from October 16 to 18, and, like any trip involving women, especially when you are an entrepreneur, it involves a challenging juggling of time.
Finishing all tasks before the trip: children, work, home, packing, hair… In other words, there are about two hours left for sleep. After two hours of sleep, I headed to the airport. It was raining, gloomy weather just like our everyday life. I wasn’t exactly sure how many ambassadors were going to the summit; I expected five or six, but there were 13 women there. Man, moving all these women as real ambassadors to our representations would be quite a task.
I thought about how and why this trip makes me happy. First of all, I will have time just for myself, without phones, questions, and follow-up questions. Until I arrive in Brussels, I will think only about chocolates and peace. The plane was packed with both business people and politicians, who would explain to their friends from Europe how we live, a comfortable and carefree life. We arrived in Brussels and waited to pass through customs, when someone shouted: ‘The EU counter is free, we could go through there!’. We asked a wandering customs officer for a quick pass, and he briefly replied: ‘No, not yet.’ However, when the customs officer reached the end of our female line, he changed his mind and said: ‘Croatia – you may pass through EU gate’ – the women definitely knocked him off his feet, and we loudly applauded his ‘difficult’ decision, causing a general laugh at customs. By chance, I was the first at the counter, and someone later commented that I was the first, even before recognition, to enter the EU. After so many years of traveling through Europe, it never occurred to me that I couldn’t go through the EU doors. This short anecdote is a micro message to Croatia, a little yes, a little no in the EU, you can never be sure.
I headed to the center. That day there was a football match Belgium – Scotland, and everything was full of frozen white, hairy legs, thousands of tourists… Then I noticed something that Zagreb must change. In the main square, as well as in several side streets, there is not a single food store. If you want a little water, spend five euros. In the entire city center, there are only specialized stores with their brands. Of course, after a whole day of walking, one gets hungry, and so did I, and considering that it was my first time in Brussels, where to find something to eat? Hamburgers are offered, puff pastries in a hundred ways, waffles with whipped cream that stands so firmly that it doesn’t even occur to you that it’s edible. Advice for future tourists – sometimes don’t eat something you can’t see in a picture or isn’t in self-service.
The next day I headed to the Congress Center located in the very center. The center is huge, with all the facilities that a congress center must have, I just didn’t understand why the working breakfast was in a darkened hall with purple lights, it looked like a brothel, it must have been designed by a man who perceives women that way. After the working breakfast, we entered the congress hall, and seeing 700 women and only a dozen men was really fun. I asked a Belgian cameraman to take a picture of our Croatian delegation, and he got all flustered and started saying unprovoked – ‘I am your enemy – I am married’, we died laughing, how many women can throw men off balance.
