Green Action Zagreb and the BIC POP!

.In Zagreb we were warmly hosted at Green Action, Zelena Akcija / Friends of the Earth Croatia, who welcomed us with a party with some of the local activists dealing with local migration and environmental struggles.  Over the few days there we held an info exchange with local migration activists, visited two of the nearby politically active squats/ free shop, and made full use of the in-house DIY bike kitchen at Green Action. . . . There some of us also took to the streets, to ask some of the locals or people who would talk to us, their view…

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Screengrabs of Slovenia scenery

I am leaving the bike tour today to travel on my own for two weeks. It has been an interesting journey, there were amazing memories such as dancing to a band called Bi Patriot? in a slovenian town near the Austrian border, playing bumper cars without electricity, many Radlers, interesting workshops and more. Anyway, I am uploading a screenshot of my facebook photos, the majority of them are from Slovenia, with the town of Maribor up the top, following the river from Maribor, and crossing the mountain pass into Austria and the view looking towards the Alps into Austria.

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Grenzen bürokratischer Ausrüstung und Bewegungsfreiheit

Da haben wir sie: Unsere eigene erste einschneidende (Staats-)Grenz-Erfahrung auf der Tour! Nicht, dass es in groesseren Gruppen nicht zu erwarten waere, dass irgendwer irgendwie geartete “falsche” Papiere dabei hat und beim Grenzuebertritt Probleme hat. Was nur verwunderte, war die Art des heute aufgetretenen Problems: Es handelte sich naemlich nicht um vergessene, verlorene oder nur noch wenige Tage gueltige Papiere auf der Seite unserer Teilnehmenden, sondern um einen unglaublichen materiellen Missstand am Grenzuebergang: Dort fehlten doch tatsaechlich die richtigen Stempel!!! Die Geschichte geht so: Am kleinen Grenzuebergang zwischen Slowenien und Kroatien in Dobova/Harmica ueberqueren diejenigen von uns, die EU-Dokumente haben,…

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