The redesign of the street has amplified the border as much as it attempts to communicate its absence. The active erasure—present in the numerous references to the past of the street, as well as its current status as a ‘European street’ or shared street—has the opposite effect on me. Walking up and down the street I become hyper-aware of its ‘border status’. As if a doctor tried to close a wound with surgical suture – going over the same spot repeatedly to make sure it will hold. The thin ‘cut’ has been turned into a stuck scar by the repeated gesture of stitching up a wound, one could argue, no longer really existed.