#Chasing Nelson: El Azulejo
I got a taxi to the airport for my flight back to London from Washington DC. The driver asked me where I lived. What a question. Probably somewhere halfway across the Atlantic. I told him about my situation, that I was waiting for a green card and the first part had cleared. Now there was...
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