A look at the historical development does not show a tendency towards an ever more borderless world. Its borders have been and are being redrawn. During a visit to the countryside, I overheard the following words in a conversation over a garden fence: "The wars are far away. Just keep our village clean." What was said threw me back to childhood memories. I grew up with garden fences and yet being increasingly surrounded by walls. Walls that select and exclude - absurd landmarks and places of longing at the same time.  I follow those lines of demarcation, look at them from both sides and listen. They remain silent. (2016)