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When Borders Close, Memory Gets Loud

Last year, I stood on a Tallinn street at midnight, half-drunk on cheap beer and the idea that movement meant freedom. Now, travel’s off-limits—my country’s borders snapped shut overnight. I scroll through old photos: cobblestones, cold air, my own face looking out of place but alive. It’s not nostalgia, exactly. It’s more like a bruise you keep pressing, just to feel something. The world is still out there, but my passport’s just a useless booklet now. I used to think I traveled to escape, but maybe I just wanted proof I existed somewhere else. Now all I have is the proof. And it’s not enough. #PostTripReality #TravelBanFeels #MemoryLane #Travel