The next limbo was where flight attendants and stewardesses came in flirting with each other, joking about their passports, while two brothers from some exotic European country tried to explain that they came to just meet their cousin in the airport then drive his car back to their own country. A Chinese girl who spoke […]
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“If you can write down your passport number without having to look at your passport,” the border police said smugly, “your passport is definitely fake.” What a training, I thought. Quietly, I felt sorry for him. The three other police were fully armed. They were at least twice my size. When they walked me – […]