My problem was unfortunately pretty simple. The officer in front of me was holding my US passport in his hand, and a conspicuously absent entry visa served as clear proof that I had entered the country illegally. And now, the man with the badge, uniform, and authority to imprison me wanted to find out how, where, and why I had gotten into his country without the Immigration Department’s knowledge.
The why part of it was the easiest….
I had come for a party.
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