I have travelled to many countries but never to a country like this. Crossing the border I did not recognise my surroundings. There were no landmarks. People came to visit, brought flowers, fruit, books and cards, but they never stayed. I was left. The border that divided us was impenetrable. I was sick, so sick I could die. They were well. My goal became in an instant to be well like them. Did they know what a privilege it was to pedal a bicycle, walk to work, eat out at a restaurant? Should I survive, having been in this place,…