¿Dónde está Kudra?/ Where is Kudra? by E.M. Kinga Mac

The other few, it seemed just did not smile at all. They took me to the back, where their parking lot is and locked in a tiled cell with tiny windows I can’t reach and door with bars. All the folks at immigration treated me exceptionally well, they were stellar professionals and most had smiles on their faces when talking to me. They insisted to take me to their office, to talk to their Jeffe, the chief.Īlso needed the original of my passport, which I retrieved eventually with help of my friend that same day, the process can take up to a month without one they said. Next door at my place I retrieved copies of my passport and the outdated copy of visa (by two weeks!) Thought how ironic I needed the prices of those fake smokes at that very instant when they were there. My heart sank, I knew this is not going to be an easy day from now,

Unless I hear my name, I pay no mind, but when I heard the “ DISCULPE“ right behind me, of course, I turned around. Brisking along the courtyard I heard “ Disculpe, disculpe” (excuse me in English) but really paid no mind, there’s so much shouting everywhere.

¿Dónde está Kudra?/ Where is Kudra? by E.M. Kinga Mac