London, United Kingdom
“How long are you here for?” the immigration agent asked us. “Just five days,” I replied. “What’s your next destination?” she followed up. “France.” “And then?” “Portugal!” I said brightly. “And then?” “Spain!” She made a haughty hand motion; ‘get on with it,’ it said. “Keep going until you’re back to your home country.” “Whew, that could take a while. Italy, probably Bulgaria, Turkey… then Asia, but we don’t have it planned…” “When do you go home?” I shrugged. “I…
