The border / Die Grenze

Not many people know that the German - Polish border actually splits the Baltic island of Usedom.

I briefly crossed it today, always a strange feeling. In this case the trees, buildings, landscape were indistinguishable, but there was a human change, expected but still very pronounced: in an instant everything was written and spoken in Polish.

I liked that the few people who were there could move freely across it, though in Corona times I didn’t think it wise to venture too far into another country, even if it was just a cycle path through woodland.

"This planet is for everyone, borders are for no one. It's all about freedom"
(Benjamin Zephaniah).