Berlin — My abiding memory was not of the Wall, but of the U-bahn from the West whizzing non-stop through stations in the East, their colours and adverts frozen in time from before the Wall. On each platform ...
Brockville — When I used to cross this border regularly in the seventies, I believed in the foolishness of such boundaries. People are people, humans are humans, and the nation-state will soon fade away as world ...