I never remembered having crossed a border on foot. With the exception of Europe, though there is no real border. I entered the customs area with many others without queuing. I pushed a turnstile and then a second, and I was officially in Mexico. I was upset, as I had not met a customs officer who would stamp on my passport. I tried to turn back but it was not possible, and I stood around for a while before deciding to continue my journey.
 
The Berlin Wall had always been my childhood fantasy of a distant and hazardous journey. But once I was of age to travel alone, the wall had disappeared and it was too late.
 
But here I was, at the US/Mexico border wall that prompts divided feelings – it offends some, and comforts others. Along the wall, I realized the reality and the impact of a separation wall. There are those who suffer and others who generated income from traffic that the wall did not deter. Under the gaze of children from neighboring villages, the wall seemed to contain one problem today but not the future ones.
 
But Mexico is not only its northern border, and I could not wait to return and explore the rest of the country.