In my mind, hearing the Ramadan cannon and the calls to prayer in Sarajevo and imagining the iconostases of Belgrade. Things were much clearer when the world was divided between East and West. You could hop a wall or find a dissident niche. Now, we are ostensibly merely creatures of economics, and there's nowhere to set one's face toward. And yet....
Perhaps there are invisible divisions in the world. Cultural ha-has, invisibly keeping worlds apart while not serving as pretexts for wars.
Whether or not there was ever a way through the woods, I do need to find a way through the woods. Perhaps better if sooner rather than later.