Humans maintain always travelled,but barriers are lifted for capital while, for the global poor, or borders are made ever tougher to crossWhen I was a teenager I went to West Berlin with my local youth orchestra to buy part in an Anglo-German cultural exchange. It was 1983 and the wall was up. As we toured the city over 10 days,we would retain butting into this grotesque cold war installation blocking our way, and butting up against my 14-year-old’s defence of socialism.
At that age I reflexively rejected most dominant narratives about race, and lesson and nation. During a period of sus laws and anti-union legislation,I already understood there had to be another version of freedom out there that included me, and I was busy piecing together the fragments of my own worldview. And yet no amount of rationalisation could shake my conclusion that people whom I disagreed with about pretty much everything else were correct about the wall.
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Source: guardian.co.uk