We have come down from the village of Agios Germanos towards the border with the Former Yugoslavian Republic of Macedonia (FYROM). This is a land of ancient orchards, vines, almonds, walnuts, above cultivated belts of the huge Prespa bean which dominate the region’s agriculture. Below us on the shoreline of Lake Prespa lies an area of dense vegetation. It is an ecotone; an area of transition between land and water where, in the last 30 years, a belt of alder, juniper, birch and willow has grown up on land exposed by the receding waters of the Lake. It is a direct response to climate change.
It may be that these trees are the newest arrivals to this shoreline. Property here is sparse, and ownership of land complex and bound up in fragmented contractual and historical arrangements. The lake itself is the meeting point between Greece, FYROM and Albania. By coincidence I am here at a different transition; an attempted collaboration to bring a new name, that of Northern Macedonia to bear on this Balkan republic. It’s not an easy process, feelings have run high, demonstrators have made their views known.
Trying to understand the long-standing turmoil of the region is to enquire into the multiple languages, ethnicities, shifting boundaries, and sense of belonging that permeates identities in the region. The decision or choice to rename a country slides like a fault-line through personal values and beliefs. It is where the personal meets the political, and it meets where 5.5 million years ago tectonic movement in the earth’s crust formed the Prespa Lakes and its surrounding mountains.
I’m being challenged to think more about the nature of identity, the questions of who I am, and who I can be here. What might it mean when names which define us or which convey our cultural histories, are disputed or feel appropriated.
Several times this week we have been stopped by police providing security for the Prime Ministers meeting to sign their agreement, and also to contain the protesters’ potential actions. The we, in this case is a group of naturalists and writers from the UK. We come out with different identifiers, we’re English, Scottish, British, European, and I can regard myself as three of these. As we stood under our sun umbrellas declaiming a Britishness, I felt as if I were in Tea with Mussolini, an out-dated drawing on an imperialist past. How much more I would like to claim my contemporary, threatened and soon to be destroyed European identity.
I am with Mark Cocker and fellow participants at Aghios Achillios, hosted by Balkan Tracks
and joined by Julian Hoffman
Thank you Karen, a timely piece as I begin an exploration of what I am calling “thresholds”: the liminal space at any boundary. This prompts further thinking: identity, landscape and the threshold between the external landscape and the internal world.
Good to hear that Allan, for me the external landscape and the history it carries is hugely important, and I link it to the inner world through concepts of attachment; the security (or otherwise) to be curious – where do I feel free to go, can I open this door, move into this space? And this, too, subject to the politics of managing or safeguarding boundaries. Will be interested to hear more of your exploration.
Great stuff – not happy about losing my European identity – so nice to see this encapsulated so we’ll.
This is such an articulate response Karen, well done. I like the way you have taken us right into the landscape and the politics. I look forward to reading more as it evolves.
thank you Jeremy and Karen,
I’m encouraged to, and enjoy thinking more about landscape and politics and aware how the terms ‘the political landscape’ or ‘the lie (s) of the land’ are often used. And of how deeply felt are shifts to boundaries and the quality of those boundaries – hard, soft, weak, strong (as with the UK Cabinet today).