I am back from my trip to France. For the first time I went through the customs as an American citizen. But when I arrived at Houston airport with my American passport in my hand, I could not help being nervous, still thinking about my last trip to France two years ago, when things went really bad with Immigration and I could not come back to San Diego for 4 months... It was about a missing paper, a sand grain in the machine.
So Wednesday afternoon in Houston airport, when a smiling custom officer said joyfully: "welcome back!" as I passed the control with my children, I froze for a second - was he really talking to me?
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