My last passport, I had North Korea, Afghanistan, Iran, Iraq, Sudan, Liberia, Guinea... I had, like, every war-torn country in there.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
In the '70s I was in exile; every time I went back I wondered if they'd take my passport away.
My fairy-tale life ended the moment I wanted to apply for a passport.
I'm not super-patriotic, but the U.S. is where I live, and it's the passport that I carry.
I love my passport. I plan trips very last minute, so I always carry it with me.
Getting a new passport took me a stupid amount of time. I had to go back five times with different photographs because they kept saying I was smiling, which is against the rules. I was not smiling.
My face is my passport.
Once I accidentally left my passport in Nice, France, when I was on my way to Prague. Upon arriving in Vienna, after taking an overnight, and being asked to present my travel documents and realizing I forgot them at the hotel, they kicked me off the train and sent me back!
I lost everything when they put us in prison. I was an enemy alien, a man without a country.
When I was 10 years old, I fled my homeland amid the bomb blasts of civil war in Sudan.
However, we still have the problem of free travel and movement, since the Travel Documents issued by UNMIK as the substitute to passports, are not fully recognized yet by all countries.
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