Diary of an Economic Migrant

I remember that day twenty years ago as clearly as I remember the breaking of this morning’s dawn. The cleansing spirit of faith, hope, and rebirth of a new life released within me as my flight taxied down at Heathrow Airport. The pilot’s voice through the cockpit pierced my thoughts: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain. Welcome to London Heathrow Airport. The time is 7:05 p.m. I am delighted to announce that we are approximately on time. Please remain seated until otherwise advised.’ Was this the reassurance I needed to confirm this wasn’t a dream, like the many others I dreamt and had woken up from, feeling disappointed? This was reality in Great Britain.