The story about the little boy reminds me of a story a good friend told me.
She grew up in a small town in East Germany.
Visiting Berlin (East Berlin of course) was a big treat for her as it was her first time in a big city.
There was at that time a section of railroad line that ran alongside the Berlin wall, and you could see the security zone with its barbed wire and grim watchtowers, the wall itself, and the buildings of West Berlin behind it.
She asked her mother why there was a wall and so much barbed wire, and her mother tried to explain in a way an 8-year old could understand.
Taking in these explanations, my friend said to her mother, "One day I would like to see what that wall looks like from the other side".
The entire train fell silent. This was not something you were allowed to say or even think.
Sensing she had said something wrong, but not fully understanding the situation, she corrected herself
"We could go all the way around West Berlin of course, and see what it looks like from the other side without going inside."