At the boarding checkpoint for my last flight, the woman in front of me is being questioned in detail about her bags. I walk up to the second agent and he asks where I am coming from. Guinea, I reply. And how long was your stay?
Two years. He begins to ask if I am living and working in guinea.
Not anymore, I say. I'm going home.
He abruptly closes my passport, smiles, and says have a nice flight.
I skip down the walkway. I'm going home!
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