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The Bridge between the Classical and the Balkan

Our age follows on the heels of several centuries’ expansion that landscaped untrodden territory and city-scaped underdeveloped landscapes. Denaturalizing a newly discovered world is not an option, since the world comes to us already downtrodden. We are caught between our remorse for past incursions and our fear of bold reconstruction. Assuming there can be nothing new under the sun, we choose gentle rediscovery. Revisiting unexpected sites where we can reflect on what we know, we revise our most deeply held convictions, restore historical features, and recover a sense of our own place. It is in this spirit of rediscovery that I approach the Bridge of Arta, a site overlooked by those who went to Greece looking for classical ruins. My approach is cautious, circuitous, and pensive. It turns on important questions of our own times: How permanent are the boundaries drawn by our precursors? Are there bridges that span old lines of division?