Written by the participants at a series of creative writing workshops which took place in the Trampoline House during Spring 2016.
Collected by Liv Nimand Duvå
I live on the border between the I and the we
I don’t like the border between me and my wife – my wife is in Somalia and I am in Denmark
I see people becoming more lonely because they build more walls than bridges
I hope that borders would be erased from the world, let us open the borders so that everyone can be united with whom they love, and sure, that would bring happiness to everyone on this planet
I see the borders becoming symbols of differences
I realize the border between me and who I want to be, and I know I cannot cross it
I listen to the border between the camp and the fields outside
I live on the border between imagination and reality
I don’t see the border between this nation state and the one in the water
I realize the border between wanting and needing
I don’t see the border between this nation state and the one in the sky
I passed through the border between Denmark and Sweden on roller skates in my dream, while others were digging holes
I dream of digging tunnels deep under borders
I dream of one day when the borders will come to an end and people will reunite with whom they want, but I don’t know how long it will take – sure, if we work hard, we can do it
I realize that the border between me and my family is the main difficulty I met in this world – the borders cause separation and isolation
I listen to the border between the air and the water
I dream of the border as something more concrete, solid in material, so it would be easier to break
