My heart pounds as I hand the officer my passport, waiting nervously as he thumbs through its pages, the majority of which are covered with stamps and visas from the many countries I’ve visited on my travels around the globe. He turns to my partner, who is sitting beside me.
“Iz Avstralii?” he asks.
“Da, ona iz Avstralii”.
The officer’s serious demeanour wavers and he appears surprised and immensely curious. I don’t think he’s seen many Australian passports at this border before.
GoKaliningrad, 27 June 2016