Editor’s note

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, wrote the New England poet Robert Frost. Who doesn’t feel the significance of that line today, on the 25th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall? In travel, Ros Drinkwater recalls flitting through the very first chink in the Iron Curtain when Hungary allowed a train packed with thousands of East German refugees to leave Budapest, bound for the West. She returns afresh to ...