People love boundaries. Between territories, cultures, religions, concepts, ideas, things, themselves. Boundaries may prove a sensible way of grasping the complexity of life. However, often they are used just to oversimplify our conception of the world. When boundaries become ditches, fences, or other means of dividing the world, to reduce it to a question of either or, here or there, us or them, mine or yours, they rapidly become a matter of restriction rather than evolvement and understanding.

So where am I in this? On both sides, basically. I am living and working in two countries, Germany and Denmark, and crossing the border regularly. I was born and grew up very close to that border, learned the languages spoken on both sides of it, learned to be a part of both societies. I happened to be interested in both science and humanities, didn’t ever opt for one of those fractions – against the other, so, professionally, I ended up working as a language technology developer. That is letting computers do something strange with natural language. 

So the assignment of my life is to integrate things others would prefer to keep apart. Observing their keeping apart makes me wonder. Weird observations of this kind occasionally appear in my blog. In German, alas. Or in Danish, sometimes. Maybe even English.