I went to Cerbere taking several trains through several European (Swiss and French) cities. I couldn't tell which of them were Swiss or French - people look similar and the language of each merged to each other, as if they are Celebrating the unbordered territories.

In Cerbere i found the Pyrenees which i consider to be a “him” not an “it”. he is the guard of the European border, defending against the thirsty north Africa that calls this land “the lost Paradise”