The rear view

I have a soft spot for borders. Borders that exist and no one even remembers they are there (Belgium to Holland), borders that are real but some people ignore their existence (North-South Cyprus), administrative borders (England to Wales) or political borders (Republic of Moldova and Moldova region in Romania).
There are borders ahead of us and behind us and we are stuck in the space in between, with a limited view, trying to piece together a world without borders.