A History Lesson from the Heart of Europe

As part of our Journey, Dramatic Adventure Theatre arranged for the group to have two lectures from faculty of Comenius University in Bratislava. I found both of them fascinating. The first focused on the continually changing historical borders of Slovakia, and the second on the minority cultures in Slovakia (particularly the Roma culture). In both, they emphasized that Slovakia is the heart of Europe–constantly the contested lines of whatever political or  social battlefield is being waged. They take pride in this position of being the heart, because nothing can survive without its heart. Meanwhile, they struggle with their cultural identity–where they would prefer to be seen as more western but have historically been influenced by eastern cultures. They prefer to be from Central Europe rather than Eastern Europe.

Both lectures resonated with me about how many borders are really just man-made constructs.  While language and lifestyles do differentiate between people; the definition of what constitutes a people, a country, a land, a community–all come from political decisions and the desire to control.

The first lecturer mentioned her grandfather, who had recently passed away at the age of 99 yrs. old. “He lived,” she said, “in 12 different countries without ever leaving Bratislava.” The reality of that lead me to attempt the following etheree, which I began writing as we sat in the Bratislava Train Station after we missed our train. While I was inspired to do a lot of creative writing on this trip, I had so many ideas whirring through my brain I found it difficult to begin without giving myself guidelines such as timed writes or structured poems. So, of course, I attempted my recent favorite poetry forms, an etheree and a sestina (which I will share later).

Bratislava is scattered with sculptures that (supposedly) have something to do with Communism. Many of them show evidence of the fall of communism, with bits of graffiti. This statue is marred by red eyes.

Within A Lifetime–Change in Etheree

Child
growing
through a world
that changes with
no sense of control.
One person, many lives
without ever leaving home.
Social, cultural, financial.
Massive movement affecting many
lives. Changing rules, beliefs, dreams, even hope.
Middle life brings war and devastation
followed quickly by more rapid change.
A country taken over by
Communist rule, communist
beliefs and communist
ideals until it
changes again
as the old
child lives,
dies.

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13 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Taochild
    Jan 15, 2012 @ 14:04:31

    When you told me about that little snippet of fact it resonated with me as well. I want to write something about that idea as well, but I will not be able to compare with this bit of art! Nicely done!!

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  2. Barbarann Ayars
    Jan 15, 2012 @ 15:40:00

    In my own travel in Eastern Europe the stockpiled, stacked up evidence of fifty years of communist suppression was evident in Hungary and Romania. Crushing of the spirit of the people was hard for a free people to fathom. Warehoused people removed from their farms to cement block living quarters forfeited their belief in self worth. Belief in a new system of government that permitted faith worship once more was tentative. It is hard for an unfettered, free people to believe their eyes. What can we know of oppression? It was very long ago that we were subjects of a King. The poorest of us is a rich man compared to so much of the world. We are so often called to do the heavy lifting because we can. Slovakia benefited by what you learned there. You did, too, and by proxy, so have all of us.

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  3. Kathryn McCullough
    Jan 15, 2012 @ 16:53:44

    God, Lisa, this poem is amazing. I understand in a deep way how travel can literally also bring you to a new place inside yourself. I think that has happened for you. I think you have discovered a new country in your own heart. I love you, my friend. You are dear!
    Hugs,
    Kathy

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  4. Sparks In Shadow
    Jan 15, 2012 @ 17:46:05

    My daughter is half Croatian, and before the families stopped speaking (sad complex reasons on their part, none about anger) her Baka and her father told me stories about their culture and some of the past you mention here about their region of the earth. What an awfully complicated history this place has. It’s so nice that you’re shining a little light on them through your blog.

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  5. Andra Watkins
    Jan 15, 2012 @ 23:17:59

    Gorgeous poetry, and the history behind that area is fascinating. That someone could live in 12 different countries without ever moving. Wow.

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  6. ElizOF
    Jan 16, 2012 @ 00:39:46

    Fascinating all around and I loved that comment about the grandfather…

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  7. mj monaghan
    Jan 16, 2012 @ 00:41:10

    I can’t imagine never moving and yet living in different countries. What a fascinating trip.

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