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6: AN ARCHAEOLOGY OF THE IRON CURTAIN<br />
restoration and again acting as a memorial but now in a different capacity<br />
to a different audience (see Chapter 5). Olivier writes that: “[l]ike memory,<br />
archaeological material bears the mark of repetition… it is essentially the<br />
same site which is reproduced, similar and yet different every time, because<br />
unique at each moment in time” (Olivier 2004:210). Paths lead my feet here<br />
just as it has allowed others to walk along it before me. Paths that stretch<br />
across the Podyji Park but which continues, almost indefinitely through the<br />
landscapes of the former Iron Curtain. Along its route it connects the past<br />
and the present through those who have travelled along here before and<br />
whose remains can still be seen along its route. On Mount Sabotin/Sabotino<br />
the paths take me past structures from the First World War, reused by the<br />
border guards and then by myself during a sudden shower, and the trenches<br />
the fighters in this war have left behind in the ground; they take me past<br />
ramblers who walk along dual paths without knowing their origin on their<br />
way to see the remains of a 14 th century monastery which has fallen apart<br />
over time, its ruination quickened by the destruction during the First World<br />
War; the paths take me down along the mountain past flagpoles in which<br />
the Slovenian flags were first raised on 25 th of June1991; they take me past<br />
border crossings, sleepy ones partially used still and deserted ones; they take<br />
me past the Countess Liduška’s former residence firmly located within Italy,<br />
just the way she wanted it when she persuaded the American soldiers to<br />
influence the establishment of the border in 1947 (see Chapter 4).<br />
During my field surveys of my study areas I walk through the fragments<br />
of the past and the present, all here now for me to see: paths walked by<br />
monks, pilgrims, tourists, soldiers, landowners, border guards; bunkers; war<br />
trenches; remains of a monastery and church; information boards and<br />
graffiti. All fragments from the past intermingling and reactivated in the<br />
present. Also the sources that I encounter intermingles: the pictures of poles<br />
being hammered into the ground by Nova Gorica railway station, the way<br />
the square outside the station building looks today and the way a cyclist<br />
waiting for a train jumps over the former Iron Curtain, the dancers across<br />
the border that I witnessed one evening. Or the words of Cold War division<br />
presented in a news programme, preserved pieces of Berlin Wall, tourists<br />
enjoying the well preserved nature of the Podyji Park, an actor on a film set<br />
making his way through a barbed wire, a stretch of barbed wire fence in<br />
Čižov left by chance, and double paths high up on a mountain between Italy<br />
and Slovenia. Or barrack buildings, the writing left within them, official<br />
reports by soldiers at the archives and the images of dead people.<br />
Documents, objects, photos, people, accounts etc. they are all fragments that<br />
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