Between Graz and Velika Kladuša, there are three borders. Bosnia–Croatia, Croatia–Slovenia, Slovenia–Austria. The border between Bosnia and Croatia is Schengen’s edge, thus, the end of the world for many. Here, where a lot of people, full of hope, believed being at a place from where to get somewhere, they fall off the edges. And when they hit the ground, they have arrived on top again. Standing at the same edge again.
Those three borders. No human, no animal would notice them. Before them, there are streets and trees and meadows and houses. And behind? Again, streets and trees and meadows and houses. Yet, a transparent membrane stretches over every person wanting to pass. The outer skin of the western world – protective coat of a resource-hogging hydra. Semipermeable.
(Text: Roselies Haider and Mira Palmisano)