The Hypothetical Confessions of a Border-Jumper
This is the outline of how I border jumped into the United Kingdom. Hypothetical outline—of course. No, I didn't range the jungles of Calais and charter a dinghy across perilous waters. I just came right in. No passport, no form of identification, full on luggage in tow (all worldly possessions). Just straight in from the other end of the world, and not one immigration officer asked me a thing—no police, no check-in. Just me strolling onto this foreign soil like I was Elizabeth Regina herself.