His name was Marti. He was pleasant and polite. He was very intrigued by my travel document. He had never seen a Palestinian refugee travel document before.
“Where did you come from, ma'am”
“Caracas”
“What were you doing there”
“I live there”
“What have you come to the States for?”
“I am invited by Florida International University to speak this afternoon”
“What do you do?”
“I am a journalist”
After a pause, as I watched him check my visa, I asked:
“Are you sending me to that room now?”
“No ma'am. We don't do that any more”
Don't do that any more????
My eyes went wide open as I asked in total disbelief:
“Really?”
“Yes ma'am”
“Since when?”
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