Freedomland


Standing from high atop the ivory towers of the US embassy’s second floor looking down on the poor souls desperate to secure a coveted US visa, a sudden feeling of nausea came over me. Herded like cattle in a room with a capacity of 50 was now over-spilling with more than 100 people. As I watched from the crystal clear glass in the “American Services” area, I wondered what it would like to be one of those competing for a chance to get into the land of freedom and opportunity. For those fortunate enough to be born with a US passport, we simply flash a little blue book and get access straight to the front of the line. It was then when I realized that life truly isn’t fair and that sometimes where you were born determines the trajectory of your life or how hard you have to fight to achieve your dreams.

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