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ART-e-FACT, STRATEGIES OF RESISTANCE issue01: ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION [you are here] issue02: UTOPIA issue03: TECHNOMYTHOLOGIES issue04: GLOCALOGUE

ART WORK
STILL FROM FORTRESS EUROPE BY ZELIMIR ZILNIK
FILM
Fortress Europe
Želimir Žilnik
PASSPORT

Looking for a husband with an EU Passport
Tanja Ostojić
 
Fortress Europe
Želimir Žilnik
 
Passport
Andreja Kulunčić
 
WANTED
Ghazel
 
ART WORK
STILL FROM FORTRESS EUROPE BY ZELIMIR ZILNIK
FILM
Common Trip
Roman Ondak
JOURNEY

Two Journeys
Margarethe Makovec & Anton Lederer
 
Common Trip
Roman Ondak
 
Nothing Happens Accidentally
Aleksandar Battista Ilić
 
Border Crossing Services
Oliver Ressler & Martin Kren
 
Sing me a song ...
Maja Bajević
 

ART WORK
IMAGE OF THE CABANA BY PIA LINDMAN
PROPOSAL
The Cabana
Pia Lindman
IN-BETWEEN

The CaBana
Pia Lindman
 
Pairings
Grady Gerbracht
 
From an in-between place
Nedko Solakov
 
Guilty Landscapes
Ron Sluik
 
S.O.S. Binary sequence
Dalibor Martinis
 

ART WORK
IMAGE OF NO MORE BAD NEWS BY IVANA KESER
POSTCARD
NO MORE BAD NEWS
Ivana Keser
POSTCARDS

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A series of postcards created by artists, printed and given away.

 

ART WORK
IMAGE OF MEETING POINT: A SEARCH BY TANJA DABO
PHOTOG.
Meeting point: a search
Tanja Dabo
NEIGHBOURS

Meeting point: a search
Tanja Dabo
 
Beqiri's
Love Shop

Sokol Beqiri
 
The Fear of Newcomers
Ivana Keser
 
Liberty
Nebojša Šerić Šoba
 
Balkan - Ich wohne in berlin
Jovan Balov
 

ART WORK
GO_HOME BY DANICA DAKIC AND SANDRA STERLE
ACTION
Go_home
Danica Dakić & Sandra Sterle
HOME

Go_HOME
Danica Dakic & Sandra Sterle
 
Profession: Refugee
Svebor Kranjc
 
Migrant Navigator
Darko Fritz
 
One's Own Body as the Only Safe Haven
Boris Cvjetanović
 









ART WORK
THEORY

PRISONERS OF A GLOBAL PARANOIA
The Ježevo Motel at the end of the European grand narrative



Ježevo was once an idyllic Moslavinan village on the Zagreb to Belgrade Fraternity and Unity Highway. It was known for being known for nothing at all, except for fire brigade high-jinks and the ex-territorial motel to which tired truckers, tarts, tinhorns and hustlers would drop in. The Ježevo Motel thus has a metaphysical dimension. The village along the highway can count only on total oblivion if it doesn't live on it by some nocturnal vampiric strategy. Since I live only a dozen kilometres away, in Ivanić Grad, I can determine with historical precision the role and place of Ježevo in the World Revolution. Nor in the case of the tedious resort for the Balkan transient wise guys of the eighties was the motel anything but a temporary doss for the demimonde. In the previous, ideologically clearly determined period, the motel had the function of a transit, semi-tourist style blockhouse. Nothing spectacular, it is true, ever took place there. As it did not in the Buzatti novel The Tatar Desert, but it is absurd in that the motel did fulfil its original purpose: to make money from that same transit demimonde in its journey from Hamburg to Istanbul. The change of function took place literally after the collapse of the Yugoslav 'grand narrative' of brotherhood and unity.The spectrally empty hotel on the flatlands had the appearance at night of being a provincial tavern from a horror movie. War put an end to the transit zones of life between West and East.

The motel in Ježevo is an indicator of the global ideological situation. Just as in the preceding, palaeoindustrial period it preserved the values of the Yugoslav economy and its hospitality industry (poor services, bad service and primitive petty gambling), thus in the post-ideological void after the myth of Croatian sovereignty it soon became what Croatia truly is today - a blockhouse for the Western Balkans or, if you prefer it, the last Schengen station for Others. Immigrants, nomads, des misérables, all those who are careering towards the West believing it to be the promised land, feeling the consequences of the neo-liberal pillage of globalisation and, not less important, their own political dictatorships, all, but all of them, tricked and cheated by the people-smugglers, come up sharp against the barbed wire of the Reception Centre of the former Ježevo Motel. The irony here lies in that in this very orderly place they experience both their own damnation and their own temporary home. After the stressed-out adventure of a journey in a refrigerator truck like frozen meat, the finding of a group of desperate and pathetically wretched nomads (Kurds, Chinese, Afghans, Turks, Iranians...) from the lands of the so-called Third World has a fearful effect on them.

The adventure of flight to the West ends up in some flatland, back-of-beyond dump in a doss house for the multicultural dross of history. People without a home for some time at least have a home. Bitter experience presumes the horror of going back to the place they have been forced to flee from. The West in their eyes comes over as a total cheat, a lie and an object of undisguised loathing. The West is actually that imaginary and metaphysically ill-omened place surrounded by barbed wire - the Ježevo Motel. Is there anything here at all apart from human suffering? Just how can someone who grew up on the enlightenment ideals of freedom, fraternity, equality and justice meet the look of the Other, and lock up that Other in a reception centre before his return to that homeland whence the nomadic masses of economic immigrants set out? Who is guilty for the callousness and the impossibility of altering the state in which the head of the Ježevo Reception Centre is nothing more or less than a personable mask of the system, just as the frozen Kurdish stateless, homeless and perhaps fatherless child is nothing more or less than a symbol of the universal discredit of capitalist globalisation and fundamentalist dictatorships?

It is easiest to affirm that who is to blame is of an abstract origin. For all the ills of the world, the finger is pointed at global capitalism. It produces victims and executioners. The riches of the West are the result, put very simply, of the economic exploitation of the poor. This kind of vulgar dialectics not only clouds the problem, but in its fighting Manichean logic stops an insight into the complexity of the problem of the relations between capitalist globalisation and contemporary politics. Even proselytised radical neo-Marxist theorists are no longer so keen to beat the drum of the revolutionary rhetoric of the class struggle. The theory of imperialism can, it is true, be replaced by the tale of the anti-globalisation league of the counter-empire. But without the revolutionary violence and the justification of terror as the last resort of the ideologically desperate. The best example here is the book or manifesto of Michael Hardt and Antonio Negri Empire. The prisoners of the global paranoia, of the frontal conflict of global capitalism and political fundamentalism that rests on mutual terror, like the one-time balance of terror in the cold war period between the superpowers of America and the USSR, are precisely these people with the characteristics of being foreigners, Others, marked with the sign of universal wretchedness. They are the products of the ideological ghosts in the world in the period of the End of History. Not being at all to blame for the external causes of their own inability to work their way to survival within the borders of their own homelands or for the internal frenzies of the pre-modern dictatorial regimes, they are condemned to emigration and immigration. There are no longer any dissident minorities of intellectual stateless persons.

The question of exile, a fundamental issue in the spiritual history of the 20th century West, is a tale that is over. This is a question of economic asylum-seekers, of a mass as the universal subject of a second history that will decisively colour the 21st century. And that is why Ježevo is a paradigm of a regional (European) ideology, a special case of the general ideology of globalisation. The problem here is that it is impossible to identify an actual guilty party who is the recognisable subject of the inculpated or self-inculpated misfortune. Who can the enraged, arrested nomads that on Sunday afternoon play football in the former car park of the motel find to be angry at? The smugglers and their appalling acquisitiveness? Bush or Bin Laden? God?

Illegal immigration was an insoluble problem for European states even before. At the end of the Pol Pot dictatorship and the Vietnam War, French committed intellectuals, instead of abstract human rights, started standing up for the right of the junk people to human dignity in the world of the western democracies. Multiculturalism in Europe is an ideology of cultural relativism derived from fear, and not from a continuation of enlightenment through other means. The Ježevo Case is a definite confirmation of the illusion of a Europe without borders, even when for defensive reasons (fear of terrorism, the mob, people-trading, uncontrolled prostitution) it carries out a rigorous policy of immigrant quotas. It would be worst to adopt a fatalistic stance and come to terms with the fact that Ježevo will indeed be the last watchtower or station of the end of the European grand narrative. The cynicism of such a logic says that the Croats, because of their figments about their European spiritual inheritance have once again got the role of sentry and mopper-up for Western civilisation. From the bulwarks of Christianity to the last watchtower of the EU. History is being repeated, as both tragedy and farce. In the case of Ježevo, the problem is insoluble to the extent that everything is reduced to sheer placebo. In front of the wall of desperation of the people who are the prisoners of a global paranoia, every form of protest is condemned to failure, even if it tells itself it is radical. Ježevo is the local paradigm of the global policy of the absurd. How can one help these unhappy people? For them, there is just one solution: the way to the West. Everything else is just a humanitarian or Jesuitical stance of ideological charity, the other face of ruthless cynicism. "We sympathise with you, and so we leave you not a hope of salvation." The problem of Ježevo is a prime political problem of the ideological conflict between the West and the so-called Third World. As long as there is no radical deconstruction of the neo-liberal market metaphysics on which global capitalism rests here and now, and thus the way in which borderless Europe actually functions, as well as of the threats of fundamentalist tyrants about a return of history as religious fanaticism, Ježevo is going to survive as a permanent twilight zone for immigrants from the edges of the world. The nostalgic can only call to memory that time when "wishing still helped", as Peter Handke writes in his poem Living without Poetry. And regret the weary lorry drivers, the bedraggled hookers and the gamblers. This, now, is something quite, quite different. An image of the desperately irreducible Other in a space without time, where the future is nothing, and the past is a present that goes painfully on and on.










REPORTS
MAP
IMAGE OF BODO KAPING
INTERVIEW
Interview with Bodo Kaping
OVERVIEW

Trafficking
Lovorka Marinović
A booming sex slavery trade --trafficking and the exploitation of women

Migration as a Global & Local Problem
Božena Katanec
Freedom, frustration, and the countries in-between

Interview with Bodo Kaping
Oliver Ressler & Martin Kren
Excerpt from the video "Border Crossing Services",


 WRITINGS
LOOKING FOR A HUSBAND WITH AN EU PASSPORT BY TANJA OSTOJIC
ONLINE
Looking for a husband with an EU passport
Tanja Ostojić
THEORY

PRISONERS OF A GLOBAL PARANOIA
Žarko Paić
Ježevo as a permanent twilight zone between borders, politics and ideas.

Thnking in Exile
Suzana Milevska
I live, I dwell means the same as I am... Philosophical ideas connecting ourselves and our living spaces.

Jezevo - a story without a happy ending
Marina Gržinić
Ježevo as the cordon sanitaire of Europe.

Illegal migrants and late capitalism
Rastko Močnik
Unprecedented global inequality -- the final crisis of Capitalism?