This could have been us.
30 years ago, when K was a scientist working at Harvard, the customs guys at Boston’s airport used to ask us if we were illegally smuggling haggis in our bags, as we stepped off the plane from Scotland (especially if it was near Burns’ Night).
I would l laugh and say ‘no’.
Even if I had said yes, I wouldn’t have expected to have been handed over to the Immigration service, shipped off 1,732 miles to a detention center in Louisiana, for K’s work visa to be revoked, and for us to be deported….
(Actually, I kind of did expect that, because that is the way my vivid imagination works and explains why I am such a goody-two-shoes, but all my American friends would have laughed and said, ‘that would never happen’…)
And here we are.