The next car the boy stopped did not take him into the center of Paris as he hoped it would, but to Perpignan on the French-Spanish border.

He would eventually stay with us until we had reached Tengchong, 200 kilometers to the southwest and close to the Myanmar border.

Beyond the borders of time and space.

I know we might have to wait at the frontier.

North Korean rides his bicycle past a propaganda poster on a street in Kaesong, just over the border from South Korea.