Vanity Fair UK - 11.2019

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Editor’s Letter


Recently I rented a car in Prague to explore the
western borderlands of the Czech Republic, the
region that my family had ed through in the dead
of night. Nowadays it is hard even to nd a trace
of a border; the road just rolls on into Germany. I
studied the map again trying to locate the former
“no-man’s land”, the bu‚er zone between East and
West. At a nondescript village called Pled, I followed
an unsealed lane into woodland. There I found an
abandoned sentry post. A hundred metres on was
a sign: Pozor Státní Hranice, Caution State Border.
Behind, another notice: Bundesrepublik Deutschland.
I stopped the car. Nobody was around. A farm
building in the distance would have once represented
freedom. Childishly, I darted back and forth across
the invisible border, just because I could.

There’s something about crossing a border. The
frisson, that feeling of a new adventure unfolding,
the blast of freedom.
In 2004, I travelled the entire length of the EU’s
eastern boundary for a story, just before 10 more
countries joined the union. By train and bus, I
journeyed from Estonia to Latvia to Lithuania to
Poland, and so on. The only reason I knew I was
in a new country was the beep-beep of my Nokia
notifying me that the network had changed.
But there were other trips when everything
changed at a border. In the 1980s at Victoria Falls,
I remember looking across from the bright lights of
Zimbabwe to Zambia in darkness; 10 years later, the
reverse was true. How fortunes ip. I spent a New
Year’s Eve in West Berlin; at midnight, I could trace
the route of the Wall because half the city was ablaze
with reworks, the other half pitch black.
Perhaps my favourite border—in more peaceful
times—was between Lebanon and Syria. Nothing
was more romantic than the road to Damascus. The
memories ll me with heartache.
For much of the world, a border is a barrier to
another life, to a dream, to freedom. That the U.K.
is considering hardening the politically sensitive
Irish border is troubling. So, too, that U.S. President
Trump wants to spend billions on a wall along its
southern border.
Next month it will be 30 years since the fall of the
Berlin Wall and the end of the Cold War. Until 1989
my grandmother and mother had been in exile for
40 years. Some of the family back in Czechoslovakia
were thrown into prison as a punishment for their
escape. I know about families, about continents,
ripped apart by borders.

JONATHAN Z LEE/JONATHANZLEE.COM MICHELLE WITH JULIENNE RAHARISOA; CANDLENUT SINGAPORE CANDLENUT; SHANGRI-LA BARR AL JISSAH RESORT & SPA TURTLES; DATO IMAGES/BRIDGEMAN IMAGES BOAC POSTER, LEFT; ARCHIVART/ALAMY STOCK PHOTO BOAC POSTER, RIGHT

Celebrating 100
years, British
Airways has painted
aircraft in retro
livery, recalling a
more romantic era of
travel. How we long
for those simpler
days—of shorter
queues, less
disruption. Try BA’s

route from London
City airport to J.F.K.
The all-business
class flight refuels in
Shannon where
customers clear U.S.
Immigration, allowing
them to arrive in New
York as a domestic
passenger.
@british_airways

It’s the best of
wake-up calls.
One of the five turtle
nesting areas in
Oman is the beach
of the Shangri-La
Barr Al Jissah Hotel
in Muscat. At check
in, send a WhatsApp
to Mohammed Al
Hassani, the

resident ranger on
+968 9678 7554
and he’ll fire off an
alert—day or night—
if he spots a
hatching or a female
laying eggs. The
luckiest time of year
is from January
to August.
@shangrilahotels

In Singapore’s leafy
Dempsey Hill, chef
Malcolm Lee is
spreading magic at
his Candlenut
restaurant. The
cuisine is
Peranakan, a mix of
indigenous Malay
and Chinese
diaspora cooking;

the “Ah-ma-kase”
menu includes lamb
satay, pork
lemongrass curry,
and blue swimmer
crab turmeric lemak;
finish with buah
keluak ice cream
with chocolate
and chilli.
@comodempsey

ON THE JOB
Michelle (left)
reporting in
Madagascar
(page 70)

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