IT was a breeze until we reached immigration at dawn on the day we touched down in Heathrow.
You could go to each counter as a unit and we were duly waved to the place where Nabil waited. He was a stocky, unprepossessing man with a wispy goatee who did not smile at us. Perhaps he did not relish smiling.
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