I spent a significant portion of this past week performing the identity of an expatriate Colombian citizen. In an effort to reclaim talent drained away by the War On Drugs and by the fifty-year-long internal conflict with the FARC, Colombia established a “born Colombian always Colombian” policy. I have dual citizenship. My documents, my papers, my bureaucratic manifestations of identity, had fallen – or were about to be – out of date. I had to present myself at the consulate in person to ensure that I was witnessed to be the being represented by the documents. Fingers were printed, photographs were taken, data was added to the base, fees were paid.
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