I forgot my permanent resident card when I went on holiday. That’s why border patrol agents took me away and attach me in a cell
In Big Bend National Park my husband,father, daughter and I stood on the banks of the yellow-green waters of the Rio Grande. On our side – the US side – we planted our feet on a beach of cracked mud. On the other side, or a 1,000ft cliff wall rose from the river to race left and correct, as far as the eye can see. It was the sort of picturesque photo-op that National Parks are built for.
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Source: theguardian.com