Knowing One

A lot of places outside of America are like that, especially in the less-developed world. It’s about who you know and if you can pay the bribe. We crossed the border from Kazakhstan to Uzbekistan back in ’97 because we had cash and someone knew someone, not because we had any documents (we did not).

We also had guns in our faces. I don’t think they would’ve shot us if we’d just turned around. But you never know.

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