And I'm seeing there are people who've come in after me who are going ahead of me. They tell me that U.S. citizens and minors get to go ahead, but I definitely saw a white, British man come in later than me and go up to the podium much earlier than me. So I just started crying. It was this weird feeling of: I'm back where I started. I was so jet-lagged and so tired. About an hour and a half into the wait, they told me it would take minimum another hour. A girl sitting next to me saw me crying and said, "We all have to wait." Yeah, we all have to wait, but it felt like PTSD. I was on the verge of a panic attack, completely alone. I thought this was all over, and it wasn't. And then, after two and a half hours, they called my name. I was crying and had to wipe my tears away. He was like, "When are you leaving?" I told him, and he let me go. It was so weird and so unnecessary.