Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.

Every third world country bloke wants to visit foreign land at least once in a while. My time has come. I received my stamped passport and boarded the flight.

At the airport at foreign land searching for a cab

Random thug appears

thug: oi give me all your earthly possessions or I will stab you with this knife

me: aren’t people already rich in this foreign land? why do you want money from a third world bloke like me?

thug: times are hard, now give me what I want otherwise I will go all stabby stabby on you

me: oh okay *hands over everything*

thug: thanks man, hope you find peace in your life and achieve moksha

me: umm, okay?

At the airport police station

police: so all your earthly possessions were stolen?

me: yes, please file a report and bring my things back please

police: okay, we can only file a report if you show us some identity and your passport

me: but it was stolen

police: so you don’t have a passport?

me: no, I had one but it got stolen

police: we have to arrest you because you cannot prove that you are here legally

me: what? I just arrived at the airport, can you not look at the cctv footage?

police: these camera are performative, most of them don’t work, and things aren’t recorded

me: what but then how will I go back to my country

police: that is not my jurisdiction, the immigrant authority will pick you up tomorrow morning

me: but…what…why…

In the jail cell

cellmate: oh hello celly why did they put you here?

me: my passport got stolen

cellmate: oops, been there.

me: what happened to you?

cellmate: me? oh I was smuggling drugs in my rectum, got caught, this is the 3rd time hahahaha

me: what, wait so they released you the first two times?

cellmate: oh no I escaped from here

me: how?

cellmate: bro this is a high trust society, the jail cells aren’t locked, so I just sneaked out at night

me: can you help me get back to my country?

cellmate: sure bro, where do you live?

me: third world country

cellmate: yeah I can get you there, in fact there is a container being loaded onto a ship that I own that will take you to your third world country

me: oh okay cool

In the shipping container

me: did all of your passports get stolen?

container-mate: yes, outside the airport

me: oh wow

At third world country ship yard

me: okay guys thanks for the help bye

At home in third world country

me: whew that was one hell of an adventure

Thanks.