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Had to think of Elizabeth Gilbert. One of the best authors I had a pleasure to read. Was crazy successful with “Eat, pray, love”. I enjoyed the book so read also the “sequel”. Both books are very autobiographic.
In the first, on her travels in Indonesia she meets the love of her life "Felipe", the Brazilian-born man of Australian citizenship. The couple swore their love for each other, but also swore never to get married again after they both had bitter divorces.
So this is from the book.
"Ma'am," he said, "we've brought you back here to explain that we will not be allowing your boyfriend to enter the United States anymore. We'll be detaining him in jail until we can get him on a flight out of the country, back to Australia, since he does have an Australian passport. After that, he won't be able to come back to America again."
…
"On what grounds are you deporting him?" I asked the Homeland Security officer, trying to sound authoritative.
"Strictly speaking, ma'am, it's not a deportation." Unlike me, the officer didn't have to try sounding authoritative; it came naturally. "We're just refusing him entrance to the United States on the grounds that he's been visiting America too frequently in the last year. He's never overstayed his visa limits, but it does appear from all his comings and goings that he's been living with you in Philadelphia for three-month periods and then leaving the country, only to return to the United States again immediately after."
This was difficult to argue, since that was precisely what Felipe had been doing.
"Is that a crime?" I asked.
"Not exactly."
"Not exactly, or no?"
"No, ma'am, it's not a crime. That's why we won't be arresting him. But the three-month visa waiver that the United States government offers to citizens of friendly countries is not intended for indefinite consecutive visits."
"But we didn't know that," I said.
Felipe stepped in now. "In fact, sir, we were once told by an immigration officer in New York that I could visit the United States as often as I liked, as long as I never overstayed my ninety-day visa."
"I don't know who told you that, but it isn't true."
Hearing the officer say this reminded me of a warning Felipe had given me once about international border crossings: "Never take it lightly, darling. Always remember that on any given day, for any given reason whatsoever, any given border guard in the world can decide that he does not want to let you in."
In the first, on her travels in Indonesia she meets the love of her life "Felipe", the Brazilian-born man of Australian citizenship. The couple swore their love for each other, but also swore never to get married again after they both had bitter divorces.
So this is from the book.
"Ma'am," he said, "we've brought you back here to explain that we will not be allowing your boyfriend to enter the United States anymore. We'll be detaining him in jail until we can get him on a flight out of the country, back to Australia, since he does have an Australian passport. After that, he won't be able to come back to America again."
…
"On what grounds are you deporting him?" I asked the Homeland Security officer, trying to sound authoritative.
"Strictly speaking, ma'am, it's not a deportation." Unlike me, the officer didn't have to try sounding authoritative; it came naturally. "We're just refusing him entrance to the United States on the grounds that he's been visiting America too frequently in the last year. He's never overstayed his visa limits, but it does appear from all his comings and goings that he's been living with you in Philadelphia for three-month periods and then leaving the country, only to return to the United States again immediately after."
This was difficult to argue, since that was precisely what Felipe had been doing.
"Is that a crime?" I asked.
"Not exactly."
"Not exactly, or no?"
"No, ma'am, it's not a crime. That's why we won't be arresting him. But the three-month visa waiver that the United States government offers to citizens of friendly countries is not intended for indefinite consecutive visits."
"But we didn't know that," I said.
Felipe stepped in now. "In fact, sir, we were once told by an immigration officer in New York that I could visit the United States as often as I liked, as long as I never overstayed my ninety-day visa."
"I don't know who told you that, but it isn't true."
Hearing the officer say this reminded me of a warning Felipe had given me once about international border crossings: "Never take it lightly, darling. Always remember that on any given day, for any given reason whatsoever, any given border guard in the world can decide that he does not want to let you in."