NV2
Immigration in NVThe ship docks at around four in the afternoon just as the feeble light is beginning to fail. With no luggage, as demanded by the regulations, Nikki sits patiently in the immigration lounge with the others and listens to the mysterious booms and squeaks of mooring and connection to the quay. She keeps her head bowed, eyes staring into her lap and the leather carrybag sitting on her knees. She is aware of the other women around her, a disparate, taciturn group most sitting...