There are all too many times where a border is just a figment of the imagination. The line separating whatever is not a problem only when it’s existence is acknowledged and deemed fair by those on both sides. Think of property lines, county lines, state lines or those wonders of English imagination = countries in the Mid East.
There are other locations where the geographical boundary is much harder to argue. For example: the Danube provides a clear delineation between Slovakia and Hungary. It is hard to argue as water over 100 meters wide at gage narrowest point flows past. Building a bridge makes for an obvious link. Not having taken down the old border buildings brings home how recent the open border really is.
Taking a walking tour this morning our guide mentioned that 40% of the town is Hungarian. Both languages are in common use and there is a Hungarian Gymnasium.
George continued with the tour and found the old synagogue. I walked back early to the ship with a woman who needed to go back. Born in Hamburg, she was lived in Berlin for over 45 years. Watching the wall go up then watching it fall, the borders of her life have seen more changes than any of us could have imagined at the height of the Cold War.
I am thinking that building bridges is a good thing. Sturdy, substantial they can unite on both sides of a divide. The water will still flow but as a shared resource and not a divider.
Besides – have you ever tried to draw a line down the middle of a river?