I remember a time from before the EU when travelling abroad was a huge privilege and even getting out of the country was a challenge for some. Everyone had an allocated annual $50 spending money, which even in the 1980s wasn’t a lot. I made a commitment then to collect as many stamps in my passport as I can. Every stamp I got felt like a political statement at the time, the Adriatic sea was the most striking location that made me feel like the queen of the world, and little objects like seashells I collected on the beach were proof that I managed to get out, even if only for a limited time. Such tiny mementos, but nonetheless important in shaping my view of the world, and making me want to see more of it. Granted, the stamp-collecting effort was somewhat thwarted by the opening of the borders within the EU as nobody bothers with stamps anymore. But the commitment still stands, I just don’t count the achievements in stamps anymore. Maybe even seashell are less exotic now, but I still keep and collect them to remind me of the days of the past and what’s yet to come.