I come from a divided place and I've seen places divided in so many ways. There are streets where they take different types of money on different sides of the same small street. No physical border just a barrier of two brother`s minds. It was actually rather easy to understand. There was still blood staining the street.
My friend who lived right there explained we were are all worse than worse. His former apartment building a whole in the ground we talked above. Rain water gathered to the top of the water table. Almost looked as if someone was planning a pool next to the fountain. He made a strong point and hard to tell in Bosnia sometimes what had been destroyed and what was just being built.
On both sides of the red lines where I grew up they took the same money and prayed to the same gods. We spilled plenty of blood almost a national pastime, but we found a new one. An American game who's only goal to be safe at home.
The drama the same. Politics the same. Your distance from the frontline will reduce the severity of consequences. We are all everyone of us a small finite distance from the frontline.
The war zone and the peace zone both divide. The former will usually tell you why. They didn't want the refugees back that's why the negotiations dragged on so long. Most of our people have been equally displaced, but seldom ask why. It almost seems a natural occurrence. What feeds war. Things look divided when you get here. Born there born here.
The peace implementation is designed to avoid conflict not solve. As should seem obvious violence is always an option. Fractional banking for courage. In Cleveland it is easy to see what has been destroyed and what has been built.