My palms are sweating as I nervously wait in line at immigration, thinking about the $500 I spent on the visa to come here, and the amount of hassle I had to go through. Will it all be a waste? How many difficulties am I going to have here too? Finally, it’s my time to step up. He takes my passport, looks at me and cocks his head. ‘Eeengland?’ he asks. ‘Yes’, I reply, smiling and trying to look as friendly as possible. He stares at me and I expect the worst. In heavily accented, broken English he questions, ‘Khwhat ees Eeengland but not Eeengland?. Is this a test? ‘Do you mean Ireland?’ I say, confused by the question. ‘Ahh, Eereland! OK, mersi’. He grins at me and his colleague sitting next to him. And that’s
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