The virus has done so many things, most of them bad.
Closing international borders has been one of the oddest results of a virus that can be sneezed across a transatlantic airplane or between lovers walking in a forest.
I cross between France and Switzerland six times a day to get to work and back. At the weekend I often cross into Germany and back a few times to buy cat food and to get a kebab at my favourite Turkish kebab shop. This has all stopped.
Even the crossings in the forests used by cyclists and hikers and runners every day have been boarded/ bordered up!
Due to the unfathomable decision of the UK to leave the EU, I reclaimed my Irish heritage, so I could continue to be European. The open borders within Europe seemed to me a slice of sanity, sophistication and friendliness in an increasingly fractured world.
Then the borders were closed.
It felt like a real war, not against the virus, but against each other. If ever there was a time for the EU to work together, this surely was it. All of the countries working together on health policies, quarantine advise, common lockdown could have been so powerful, but instead each country went their own way.
I dont know which country got it right and which got it wrong, but I do know that closed borders have increased unease and even fear for so many people who were used to living in this open area that used to seem like it was my extended home.
On Monday they open the borders between France and Switzerland and Germany for everyone. I took some photos of the little closed borders between neighbouring villages and even between neighbouring trees.
I hope I never see them closed again.
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