There is perhaps no better time for beginning to watch Theo Angelopoulos’ Border trilogy than now. On Saturday, we commemorated the 30th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall, the visible, concrete border which divided not only Germany but Europe as a whole, disappeared over night. It was a joyful night, full of hope and optimism. Retrospectively, for me, it was an important day which would mark my future. I was a mere 22 months old and had no say in what happened. But I am now able to live in a Europe without borders, free and able . . .