Doorways into secret gardens bring the promise of forbidden delights, paradise into the everyday and nostalgia of childhood forays into the fruit orchard. Plus, as winter darkness and damp drizzly mornings begin, it offers a remembrance of better days…
I’ve always been fascinated by doorways and gates, especially if someone is trying to close them in front of me. I cannot resist peering in and imagining what lies beyond.
In this period of celebration of 25 years since the Fall of the Berlin Wall and the dismantling of Communist regimes in most of the East Bloc countries, events which marked me profoundly and changed the course of my life, I do wonder if the landscape we espied beyond those walls quite lived up to our euphoric expectations. Or if it ever could.
But I do know that I am forever grateful that we could open those gates and discover for ourselves.
The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck. (Ralph Waldo Emerson)
Explanation separates us from astonishment, which is the only gateway to the incomprehensible.
The world is full of people who have never, since childhood, met an open doorway with an open mind. (E. B. White)
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. (Albert Camus)
Look on every exit as being the entrance to somewhere else. (Tom Stoppard)
We are afraid of the enormity of the possible. (Emil Cioran)
This is dedicated to East Berliner journalist Thomas Otto, whom I met in late October 1989, and who had the first open and honest political discussion with me. ‘All you need is more choice…’