What draws us [FLEIETON HOOT]

The majestic swamps that go all the way across Polesia, far into this land, for centuries have been the protection of the local population from any outside intervention, due to the fact that only the locals were able to decision around them and not fall into them, so that these lands survived comparatively well the repeated regular separation of their borders, cutting, joining and disconnecting, due to the fact that they inactive live there like a cordon. The ideas of drying and melioration (or so utopian) were immediately – both by Poland and by all another conquerors – torpedoed due to the invaluable military importance of specified an impenetrable shaft, which was not wanted to be disposed of on any side of it.

Today, the wetlands and floodplains are cut by the Lithuanian-Belarusian border, which in the times of its delimitation by the russian Union did not matter, but present they were on the front line, although going across alternatively than along. Not the first time and not the last time in past it has been with an inconceivable calm reaction of the people surviving here, which I had the chance to see with my own eyes last November in Solenice – a cluster of Polish people in Lithuania (a greeting and respect for the long-term manager of the Zabarauskaitė cultural centre) – located respective kilometres from the current border with Belarus, which was cut off by the duplicate Novogródek. The dreamy area did not seem in any way affected by this trap, as confirmed by the teachers of Polish schools, even somewhat amazed by the surprise of visitors. This fatalism, that everything can and must be waited out, stored in our national DNA in the form of saying, “If not flood, then march the troops”, which are precisely the circumstances which do not happily happen together, and even the another 1 excludes.