One step at a time. I’m only getting closer. But am I? I was told this was the gate to freedom though I know none of these people. How would they know if they’ve never been over the border?
Why do we have borders anyway? Why should I be told where to go and where I should be just because of my nationality? Are they scared of us?
All of the sudden my stomach does one hundred backflips and I think it’s my gut trying to tell me something. Something important. It could be many things: these people are untrustworthy, the border is a trap, we’ve been walking in circles and the border is just a myth as it is seeming so right now.
This journey is a path to the border which is the gate to my new home. It seems so simple; so beautiful; so obvious. But, in reality, it’s quite the opposite.