A year ago, I was in the United States, working for an international news outlet, covering the presidential campaign.
We were visiting the Capitol in Washington, D.C. It was a busy week of travel and news, and it was the day after Trump took office.
As I walked through the doors of the Capitol, a police officer stopped me, told me he had a warrant for my arrest and threatened to arrest me if I didn’t leave the building.
This was before I’d gotten a visa to enter the country, but this was the year that Trump’s new executive order went into effect.
The officer ordered me to “stay in my room, not in public, in a safe place,” and ordered me not to leave the Capitol building.
He then called for my “arrest and detention.”
“Why are you here?”
He replied, “Because I have a warrant.”
The officer explained that I was under investigation for a “breach of the peace” and that I would be charged with “violation of the Immigration and Nationality Act.”
The police officer told me that he had already taken my fingerprints and my driver’s license away.
“I’m going to take your passport,” he said.
I was taken to the Capitol police station and handcuffed to the desk.
“The president is here!”
I yelled, and I was ushered out of the building, a large, red banner on the back of the station reading “the president is in custody.”
When I arrived at the station, I walked around the room, peering through windows and through the gaps in the door to see that Trump was still in power.
I waited outside the Capitol until the end of the day.
I knew that, with my new visa, I could get into the United Kingdom.
After I was released from the police station, my new friend and I walked to a bus stop in a park in Washington.
We waited until the bus had passed and got on the bus.
I asked for the bus to stop at the Capitol.
The driver said, “No, I’m not stopping the bus.”
He then handed me the new visa.
I didn, however, see any sign that Trump had signed the order, and so I walked back to the bus stop.
I felt like I had been trapped.
The day before I arrived in the UK, I had traveled to London to report on a foreign policy debate in the House of Commons, which had been postponed until later in the year.
At that point, Trump had been sworn in, but no one had been arrested.
I spent a few days in London.
At a hotel, I talked to a journalist who had recently covered the London riots, who asked if I would like to be in London again.
I told her that I didn´t want to be there.
I said, The only thing I would miss is being in London and being in a place that has been peaceful for the last couple of months.
And she said, So that is what he signed, too?
“No,” I said.
I walked into a bar in central London.
I sat in the back and asked the bartender to tell me who I was.
She looked at me and then at the bartender.
“He’s not in the mood to talk,” she said.
So I told the bartender who was sitting next to me, “I have a story.”
I asked if he could tell me what I was talking about.
He said, I will have to talk to him later.
I looked at him, confused.
“Who is this?”
I said to the bartender, who was confused.
I walked up to him and said, How are you doing, this is my first time in London?
He said no, I have to wait.
I took my seat in the bar and waited for him to tell the story.
The next day, I went to the same hotel where I had met the journalist, and asked for her story.
She had gone into the kitchen to grab something, and when she came back out, she had left her bag and had taken a phone call.
I started looking through her phone.
The story I was telling was that I had just walked into London, I hadn´t been in London for a couple of weeks, I didnít have a visa, and the police had arrested me.
I had never seen the news coverage of London before.
The police had said I had broken the law and that my passport was missing, and that they had also taken my driver´s license.
I then asked the waiter in the restaurant to tell my story.
I found that the waiter was actually telling the same story I had heard the previous night.
He had gone to a local pub to celebrate his friend’s birthday, and he and his friend had walked into the pub.
He told me about how he had just gone to the pub to go