Where on Earth are you?
Frances Stonor Saunders, 3 March 2016
“... a passport officer, it’s as if I’ve entered that same world of anxiety and disassociation. As Stefan Zweig put it, I cease to feel as if I quite belong to myself. I split off from my bureaucratic double, and then the passport officer waves me through and I lurch at the insult – you really believe that’s me? They know it’s me. The digital copy ... ”