A Border Crossing
I was blessed with a varied, colourful career (tho I am mercifully retired now) - that placed me into some interesting places.
.... And--
For some time I was posted to a Latin American country as a "Technical Advisor."
I had a glorious time !
My host country liked Americans and I was afforded every courtesy and privilege - including a amateur radio license---
A country next door wasn't all warm and fuzzy towards the US however, nor to their neighbor, my host, for that matter-- and both countries kept hostile armed presences on their borders.
Even though there was a marked suspicion about me and my associates by 'neighboring country,' we would often drive to the border, park and walk across to the shops and popular restaurants just on the other side.
Every thing was copacetic, that is, until I needed to renew my Visa for 'neighboring country' (NC.)
In retrospect I should have done it while I was visiting NC, but instead I went down my street to their consulate.
A "Colonel" such-an-such (they are all colonels down there) put a new stamp in my passport and signed my visa.
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All was well, until a group of us were returning from a visit to NC ---
"Señora, your passport ---it's not in order"
What ??
Thus began a 'fun' afternoon.
To my companions (safely walking across the border) "call the Embassy and our Agency !"
For the remainder of the day I saw a parade of Uniforms, all questioning me what was my connection to this consulate's Colonel Such-and Such.
The Uniforms treated me civilly, but it was plain I was in serious trouble.
So I sat
Finally, as the sun was setting a young officer whom I hadn't seen before, resplendent in a flashy uniform approached me.
"You are free to leave Señora"
Huh !!??
"I will issue you a new visa (for $$) and you may leave"
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As I walked across the border I half expected a bullet in my back---
"She was a spy-----she tried to escape"
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Turns out the fellow at the consulate
*Was!* a 'spy' and he defect'd shortly before my visit to "NC.'
I was guilty by association,
............said the people at the US Embassy who saved my sorry rear end----
"You were very lucky Lauri"
"You were in more serious truble than you can imagine"
----------Some things are better learned afterwards
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