I crossed a border today. There were no immigration officers, no visa checks. Not even a barrier where I could have the satisfaction of swiping or tapping my ticket. Nothing. I simply stepped off the train and into a different world. The place I had left was one of green fields and sunshine. The one where I arrived was grey and grimy; cold despite the warmth of the summer's day. As I stepped onto the platform I carried with me the rubbish from my journey. A white paper napkin
