Diary of an Economic Migrant

I remember that day twenty years ago as clearly as I remember the breaking of this mornings 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 pilots 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...