We learn from history that we don’t learn much from history. I read that somewhere and it stuck to my mind.

At the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin, erstwhile army gear and flags of nations become props for photo ops for visitors.

For a small fee of course. In battle, people pay with their lives, to defend the flag, which is a different matter altogether.

Amongst other thoughts it struck me that it is part of identity, isn’t it?

If that is so, what defines us, automatically excludes a lot more.

Well, what defines you? What else could you possibly become?

What are the borders in your mind that you seek to overcome?

What are the borders in your mind that you don’t even know, exist?

(at Brandenburg Gate (Potsdam)