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April 17, 2008
The chaos of returning to the United States from Mexico through Sonoyta/Lukesville. It was more car parking lot than orderly lines. We were run through a radio-isotope detector and asked to hand over our oranges, but not our limes.
Borders like that always make me nervous since I am no longer rooted in the entitlement of nationalism. I have an Australian passport and a Greencard which means I fear that crossing a border might be arbitrary and drop me into an obscure form of statelessness.
The best border I have seen in my travels was the one between Germany and Belgium. It was an abandoned building that looked like an old 1970s petrol station. It was an old border crossing that was no longer manned.
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