This time seven years ago, I was traveling the same routes as the migrants seeking sanctuary in Europe- Serbia, Croatia, Hungary. This is a broad, verdant, and deeply storied land that has seen waves of hopeful people for millennia. While the journey is perilous, there is dignity in seeking the same basic human kindness these weary families would show any stranger at their door. This is yet another time of human testing, and the answers have been (par for the course) very binary: higher fences or more bread. Perhaps what has been said is coming true after all- humanity will at some evolutionary point diverge based on fear or acceptance. Or perhaps a middle path yet under-trodden and less understood. Regardless
, mercy to all in this great upheaval, and may that landscape record a triumph of perseverance over desperate gasps of unrealized safety.
And, just to mix it up a little bit, here’s some Gogol Bordello getting real about the immigration experience: