|No Man's Land|
|Donnerstag, 15 März 2012|
No Man's Land
After the Festi-Wall Team meeting in Ostritz
German-Polish border is 467 km long. The most of it is so called natural border - two rivers; the Odra (Oder), and the second is Nysa Łużycka (Lauzitzer Neisse) which flows into the first one.
Many of authorities, scholars, poets and other people that like big words speak about relations over the borders using the metaphor of bridge. "We are bulidng bridges", "we need to constract a border between us", "the bridges we have built"...
And although we have Europe without borders in which the bridges have been built and it's allowed for Polish workers to live in The Netherlands, or for German ones to live in Poland, there are still many problems to solve to live peacefully togehther. In times when the Freedom Party (Partij voor de Vrijheid) in the Netherlands establishes special internet page on which the true Netherlanders can delate on the Central- and East-Europeans and "defend" their country from the immigrants the question how to live after passing the bridge seems to be more important.
How we could build a new common space to live in?
From 10th to 12th Januar Aktion West-Ost organised first Festi-Wall team meeting. We stayed over the weekend in monastery which will be the place of our big summer meeting. I did know before that it is located at the german-polish border. But I did not know that it lays exactly on that border. If you look at the line on the closest to you paper map of Europe, Poland, Germany or Czech Republic you will see the line that covers the place. Beatifully located on the bank of Nysa river, with the view on the Polish side of border. But what was most charming for me in that place that the closter has a small island connected with land by a bridge. Island that actually lays with most of it's land inbetween two countries. In the true no man's land.
Sachsen on last weekend was a real winter wonderland full of snow and with freezing temperatures. But I was all the time trying to imagine this place in summer. Summer evenings on the no man's land with the others. Trying to imagine what we can do there to better learn how to live together and not on the two sides of the river, not connected with the bridge but with shared ground to which nobody will claim all the rigts to say "It is all mine (ours), it is only mine (ours)".
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