In Chile I understood that I could no longer speak too loudly about my freedom and that, until all human beings find their freedom, I must remain humble about it. Until there would be no borders. (border-wiki)
I knew borders. I lived in Germany, Italy, France, spent months in Turkey and in England and with my Canadian passport, I crossed borders only with the pleasure of collecting stamps like a star on a page of my school notebook . At 21 years old, in the boat between Israel and Italy I met a woman leaving the country with her seven children. Her husband stayed behind because they had not finished to reimburse the country of the the aid received when they had chosen to make Israel their home. We are not free to live where we want, free to choose that place on earth where we feel good or feel better. I had, for a while, a country house on the border with the USA, I was going to walk in the small path in the woods. Then one day I took on a guy who was running away from military service in Vietnam. At the time, I couldn’t imagine what his nervousness might have been. Today, I might have taken better care of him. I don’t remember where I left him in the city, if he had a contact to go to. Then another time, I let a friend organize a meeting so that a family could join theirs in the USA. Sometimes, I tell myself that I should go to see this little path which should no longer be a secret because I imagine that the few inches of stones that allowed us the border must be a wall or a forest.Since then, so many stories of borders, walls, killings, limits, that the word has become a pain to hear. The dream of freedom for humanity has lost its colors like an old icon in an old Orthodox church.