The invisible horizon separating heaven and earth was a formidable barrier, irresistible to those who dared to cross. It kept outsiders out or insiders safe, trapping the latter or ignoring the former. Haunting memory. Common walls between neighboring houses had broken bottles and glass shards cemented at the top, forming a gruesome-poetic horizon against the blue sky. This topography of bourgeois fear echoed the high mountain ranges of my childhood.