Crossing the border between Croatia and Slovenia is a throw-back to the past. Old-fashioned trains with loud slamming doors and individual compartments. Heavy duty border police (on both sides of the border) look sternly at you from under their eyebrows as they check your ID, relaying your name to central control. Do they really need those big guns shouting at you from their pockets? And are those colourfully-uniformed lego characters at station entrances real people? Am I missing something from this old man from the country sharing my compartment and talking to me in incomprehensible sound chunks as I check emails and to-do lists on my iphone?
I never thought I’d be influencing Eastern Europe’s financial system. Or rather, I’m working with communities from the region (and Central Asia and Russia) and have been training people who co-ordinate and train people from public sector finance in Eastern European countries. I’m pondering on the way our landscapes look ever more complex as we have these cross-boundary encounters between nationalities, disciplines, professions and practices. The knock-on effects of our butterfly wing movements are both hugely significant and absolutely nothing at the same time.