
05:40 am. The immigration man’s backside is too flat, even for a skinny white man. It is hard to not notice it, even in my current state of mind. He opens a door and ushers me into a room before taking my phone off me. “Standard procedure,” he says. Inside the room, uncomfortable looking benches […]
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