[my.eyes,your.land]

Borders are odd. Somewhere between the banks of a river, within a fence, through a wall, across a stretch of ground, is an invisible line, a slice in space that designates the start and end of two territories, two peoples. And so it is beneath the bridge as we set off on our journey: one shore Sweden, the other Norway, the river rolling on by regardless, the two of us about to launch into it's flow. But when the river meets the sea, we will turn left and follow the Swedish coast.