I learned my first lesson in geopolitics at Eurovision. Like all of today’s young and old, and the lucky middle-aged who didn’t attend this singing, feathered, birdwatching festival for years. This geopolitical lesson was very nationalistic as it is now. Spain was not wanted at that time, there was no way to enter the Common Market, but the Germans loved to spend the summer here with so much sun and so much joy at such a low price. “Long live Spain!”. England hated us, France hated us, brother Portugal voted for us. The victory of “La, la, la” was like getting Kaya back.
This nationalism turns inward, where what the song is is not as important as it is our song, with each representative adding “from Spain” as their last name. Every song becomes an anthem, even for a few hours. Those who believe in “ours”, “have something” say that they sing well, score goals, always win on the ground, and do not trust those who do not share responsibility. The large audience doubled during the vote, where nationalism, which sees the neighborhood as the enemy and children do not learn about Europe, grows and grows. There are lists (black and white) of those who gave us a 12 and a 0 in the media.
At that time, the people voted and gave victory to Ukraine, which would lose Donbas but win Eurovision. The civil service, on the other hand, does not gamble for gas and pays the occupier and the occupied for war, does not want anything with the Russian Federation, and will soon have another 1,340 kilometers border in Finland. Borders are wounds that injure both sides, they are transition zones where nationalism is at stake, because it is where countries are most geographically similar and most politically different. The border is an ax blow in the middle of identities.
Now we are closer to the border, no buffer zone, no non-political land, no suspension in case of potholes. Go for the third!, that’s the charm.