CROSSING BORDERS

Between Arica, Chile & Tacna, Peru

 

 

I've always liked crossing borders, the special rituals, the customs: you have to eat the last apples in your bag—or leave them behind.

 

You fill out some paperwork, talk to people you've never seen before or will see again, who ask you a few simple, impossible questions:

 

“Where are you going? Why? For how long?”

 

And then you're in a foreign place, with a new set of rules.

 

I've always liked crossing borders; I hope this is what death is like.

Observations, After

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