Last week, a grandmother came through. Sweetest person you’d ever meet. Her suitcase x-ray showed a dense, organic block. My heart sank. But when we opened the bag, it wasn't drugs. It was 40 pounds of homemade sausage—pork, unrefrigerated, wrapped in banana leaves.
We aren't just looking for tax evaders. We are looking for the poison that kills kids on city streets. We are the firewall. customs frontline
Wish me luck. And please—just declare the sausages. Have you ever had a surprising experience at Customs? Share your story in the comments below, but maybe leave out the part about the sausages. Last week, a grandmother came through
How do I know? They won’t make eye contact. Their knuckles are white on their roller bag. When I ask, "Did you buy anything abroad?" they answer too quickly: "Nothing. No. Nothing at all." My heart sank
There is a moment right before the cargo bay doors open, or just before the first passenger steps up to the booth, where the world goes quiet.
On the frontline, "nothing" is often a red flag.