I had a lot of small miracles I wrote in an diary, but I lost. But the one I remember well was at the Cambodia trip on 2006 with two of my friends. We went from Mexico border to Los Angeles

airport. The check in was without problem, but when my turn came to show my passport, they said that it would expire in one month and, in this case, I couldn’t go there, because it needs to be valid at least 6 months. I didn’t know that!

My friends said: well, we’ll go back home in this case, because we don’t want to go to Cambodia without you. I answered: nobody will go back home, we will go anyway, we cannot loose the trip. I asked the clerk what will happen if we go. You cannot go, he answered. But after a while, he said: you can go but they won’t accept you at the next stop (Korea). I told my friends: we go. Siva Baba (his name at this time) will arrange that. Their mouths and eyes were wide open… they follow me in silence.

When we arrived to Korea, we got enough time to forget the problem and enjoyed the big and interesting airport. At the time to take the plane to Vietnam, same thing as in LA happened: you cannot go! because they called us from LA and you’ll have problem at Cambodia, they won’t let you enter the country. My friends were dying… I said: OK, I’ll stay at the Cambodia airport. They let us go.

When we arrived at Vietnam, the same things occurred… They called them from LA and Korea… I was totally persecuted!

When we arrived to Cambodia, my friends were very preoccupied. Cambodia is still under dictatorship rule and extremely strict on visiting Westerners. My friends passed the passport control first. Then it was my turn. I passed very quickly and normally. Did they see me? even my passport?

And we began to breathe freely outside the airport! I was sure nothing would happen!

Thank you Datta.