I wish to add 2 further clarifications: for one, Erasmus is an European program, so naturally non-Europeans have their own versions, or get into universities by their own financing. However, "having no shared cultural values" is simply not true, bear in mind, much of Western Europe were their former colonizers, cultures have been exchanged, as well as people.
On the second part, you're partially right about gravitation toward English and French language schools, but it has a different reason besides language: prestige, affordability and it also depends what you learn. In the medical field for example, Hungarian universities are on par with their Western counterparts, and I've met a lot of Saudis, who studied there, and stayed behind as doctors. Even in today's crazy, Islamophobic world, people are practical to accept a foreign doctor over a local one, if (s)he is willing to work for pennies.
There's a different issue, that wasn't covered in 2002 simply for the fact, that Eastern Europe wasn't part of the EU, namely why students from there have a low tendency to get exchanged into countries, which language they don't speak. In theory, they could, but the xenophobia did not start last year. After decades of compulsory Russian, most people only learn English or German, when I got my niveau intermediare, I was one 6 thousand people to do so, Spanish and Italian are even less. For historical reasons, if they can, Albanians visit Italian universities in geographical proximity.
What the film does deliver on is the culture shock. I've learned a different French from what the Belgians use here, and many French have trouble with occitan, despite being in the same country. The one thing I couldn't believe is when the Belgian girl said, if she claims to be French, the Flemish talk to her in French. That must have been Brussels, as on general average they only learn each other's languages in middle school, only to quickly forget it and never use it again. It's the same with Eastern Europeans, most don't get a chance to use it on a daily basis, so as a friendly advice, don't look for off the beaten path opportunities unless you have a trusted translator friend. While I was living back home, I've got to learn the French love brocante, which is an antique market, and the country has the largest market. Problem is, they like to be advanterous, and find it on their own, except the metro station bearing a resembling name to the market is nowhere near it, and I've informed a few of them on how to find it, as I happened to be there. Partly it's their fault too to not learn other languages, but partly also that of the host country, which is a linguistic desert.
Oh, and the English brother, despite doing one generous act was a Brexit voter, kind of hard not to see why.
I live in the Gordius Apartment Complex, my interior designer was M.C. Esher.
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