As I sit in Athens Airport I have some time to think .. I know I have written about this before, but each time I travel – I feel perplexed as I look at my (still red) passport.  Its so strange to me that this small document allows me such freedom, security – it feels surreal.   How those in power in our world have created these borders, rules and structures to label and control humans.

I think of the intelligent, compassionate, humorous and downright amazing people I have met who do not have this small precious document.  Anger bubbles inside me as I mull over – who makes these decisions – The inhumane EU/Turkey, the criminalisation of rescue ships as sea, the separation of families at borders.. the list really is endless .. all designed to divide us.

I thinks it is really only when you are denied the freedom of a passport that you appreciate its importance in todays world of borders, rules and structures.

I disembarked from the plane, into chaos – a huge crowd of people waiting to go through passport control.  Not sure what the problem was – but, I knew that I had my (small red) document – I knew that I would be ok – just waiting maybe an hour – inconvenient, but ultimately insignificant.

As I travel – I wear my ‘No-one is Illegal’ T shirt as a lame, impotent protest, but I know that the only comeback I will have is side glances and strange looks .. in todays world I can protest in the safe knowledge that I have my (small, red) document to open doors and allow freedom – for as long as I have it (and possibly this is not a certainty)  I will always try not to take my freedom for granted.