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The Hypothetical Confessions of a Border-Jumper IV
3 months ago
Heat. That’s all I think of when I look back to that 2015 Christmas Day. The heavy weight of it that just wouldn’t lift as I walked out of O.R. Tambo airport. Heat around me. Heat all over me. Heat in...
The Hypothetical Confessions of a Border-Jumper III
6 months ago
Homemaker. To put it very bluntly, the title was more detestable to me than anything at one point in my life. A real aversion. Something curse-like to be avoided at all costs. Which is why it is incre...
The Hypothetical Confessions of a Border-Jumper II
7 months ago
CRIMINAL, it said. Bold. Large. Glaring. My eyes blurred as I stared at the page. A loud ringing noise started from somewhere deep in my ears, growing ever louder until I was deaf to all else around m...
The Hypothetical Confessions of a Border-Jumper
7 months ago
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 ri...