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Frodo leaving the Shire 04.25.14 soon to be known as 25.04.14

It had been raining very heavily and things just got soaked. The lady at the Turkish Airlines counter at Dulles looked skeptically at my torn, damp visa to enter Turkey and shook her head. "I don't know what they are going to say about this over there." She smiled sympathetically and slipped it into my e-ticket folio, suggesting that I take very good care of it so that it did not completely disintegrate before I had to face the Turkish customs officials. 

She left me feeling uneasy, as though I might be in a Turkish prison within the next twenty- four hours. 
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