I still have no explanation. Your guess is as good as mine. Probably better. Did I look like someone? Did I pack too lightly, frightening them with my small backpack? Was it simply that I had visited two Muslim countries? Or was it something else?
I do not know. And I do not know how to know.
I am in Los Angeles now. I am in the United States.
But I am not home.
I do not know. And I do not know how to know.
I am in Los Angeles now. I am in the United States.
But I am not home.
But it is America. Welcome back, Bob. To Amurraka.
Part II
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