Europe's new 'Berlin Wall'

I was born in Trieste in the early fifties. Both the place and the time require some qualification, writes Dr Lucio Fumi , today’s Guest Writer.

THE PLACE: Trieste. A port city, now, in the north-east corner of Italy.

But the borders around Trieste changed many times in the last century.

Until 1918, it had been the port of the Austrian-Hungarian Empire. As such, it served half of continental Europe, and was one of the largest European cities.

A melting pot of languages, religions and nationalities: Italians, Slovene, Croatian, Austrian, Germans, Jews, Greeks, Armenians…

Then, after Italy won the war against Austria in 1918, it became part of Italy, just one of its many ports, and its decline began.

In 1943, after Mussolini’s government fell, Italy signed an armistice with the Allied Forces.

Immediately, the Nazi army invaded Italy, and created the puppet state of the Italian Social Republic, headed once again by Mussolini.

But Trieste did not follow the same destiny: it became instead an integral part of the Third Reich, the capital of the Adriatische Küstenland.

As such, it had the dubious honour of hosting the only concentration camp on Italian soil.

At the fall of Germany, in May 1945, Trieste was invaded by the troops of Marshal Tito (who wanted Trieste to become the capital of the seventh republic of the Yugoslavian Federation), who occupied the city for 40 days.

Then the city was taken by the Allied troops, and, being the south end of the Iron Curtain, was ruled by an Anglo-American Military Government until 1954.

Then by International Agreement it returned to Italy, but was surrounded by the Yugoslavian border which ran a few miles around the city.

I still remember crossing that border (we were allowed to cross the border with a special pass, for our Sunday walks in the countryside).

First the Italian Border Police checkpoint, then the Italian Customs checkpoint, then three hundred yards of no man’s land with turrets and soldiers with machine guns, then the Yugoslavian Border Police checkpoint, then the Yugoslavian Customs checkpoint.

All, rightly so, checking everything.

In other words, I know what hostile borders look like. I would see them again later in my life.

THE TIME: The American Big Tech would define me a “Baby Boomer”. I hate that definition, like the other ones they created (Generation X, Millennials, etc.).

They are marketing instruments, so that they can target you with the right products.

I consider myself, instead, a child of the Cold War.

I still remember the poverty and the squalor of the Fifties (wonderfully described in Die bleierne Zeit, the leaden years, the beautiful film by Margarethe von Trotta of some decades later); and the borders that separated us, without respect for language, sense of belonging, identity, religion, political creed, freedom of movement, or sense of fraternity.

Then came the years of coming together.

First the CECA, then the EEC, then the EU, then the Schengen agreement…those horrible borders were, one after the other, falling down.

I had given my small contribution to all that, had played my part.

In the Seventies, I had rallied at the symbols of the human folly of the twentieth century in Europe:

• the Military Cemetery of Redipuglia in north-east Italy, where 100,000 Italian soldiers are buried, innocent victims of the cynical and aggressive politics of the Italian government in 1915;
• in Verdun, where 600,000 French soldiers are buried, again innocent victims of European governments in 1914;
• in Berlin, were we were chanting “Gegen-NATO-und Warschau Pact” at the Checkpoint Charlie, along the Berlin Wall. We were beaten up by the DDR Border Police with truncheons, arrested, spent a night in jail, and then released without charge. And many other places. Perhaps it helped a bit.

In the Nineties we were all living in a better place. A stable, peaceful, prosperous Europe without borders.

In 1993 I moved with my family to the United Kingdom and was welcomed as a brother.

I was proud of living in the country that had invented modern Parliamentary Democracy three hundred years before.

Even prouder was I when, ten years later, I gained British Citizenship. That second passport in my pocket filled my soul with pride and happiness.

When Slovenia (Yugoslavia had in the meantime broken up, and Slovenia was the northern republic of the former Federation, bordering with Italy) joined the EU and the Schengen Agreement, even that border suddenly melted away.

I remember flying to Italy, borrowing my brother’s car, and driving six times up and down that unmanned border, those empty and abandoned buildings, like a child, happy and laughing – and perhaps crying.

Then something changed.

A lot of things happened in the world, of course, in this new century, starting from a very serious financial crisis.

Horrendous wars, added to the inherent extreme poverty of many nations in Africa and the Middle East, had created an army of displaced and desperate human beings, trying to survive by reaching a civilized and prosperous North.

Nationalism and populism spread again across many countries in Europe and in America.

A landmark moment was 2016: Trump, Brexit.

Then, three years later, Covid-19. Borders were going up again, sometimes for justified reasons (to slow down the spread of a killer virus), sometimes for disputable political reasons.

Because I live in the UK, the most horrendous of these new borders is for me the metaphoric Wall built very recently by the British government along the Channel.

What was only a few years ago a trivial transfer from one place to the other of the same country (for example a flight London-Milan), has now become a burdensome, uncertain activity, met by suspicion and hostility.

Priti Patel and Boris Johnson may think they have put migration under control.

• Indeed, they have, because the “migrants” that once collected the vegetables for our farmers are no longer here, and the vegetables rot in their fields.
• The fish that our fishermen caught and was sold in Calais and Rotterdam for the European market, now rots in their vessels.
• The lorry drivers (again, in vast part European “migrants”) who delivered food and mineral water to our supermarkets, and fuel to our petrol stations, have gone, and we are where we are.

A new Iron Curtain has been erected, this time between France and England. A new Cold War is already showing signs of an early appearance.

• Dr Lucio Fumi is an Italian geriatrician who has worked for 35 years in the healthcare industry in several European countries. He has lived in the United Kingdom for nearly 30 years. In the last 10 years his main focus has been in the loco-regional treatment of cancer, anaesthesia and critical care. Lucio was also President of the Italian Medical Society of Great Britain (2014-16).
• Graphic by Jon Danzig , who is an independent campaigning journalist and film maker who specialises in writing about health, human rights, and Europe. He is also founder of the information campaign, Reasons2Rejoin
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