“Are You Sure You Have the Authority for This, Alex?” my brother asked for handcuffs in the middle of our grandmother’s Sunday dinner while my military badge hung around my neck, a thick manila folder sat open on the table, and the whole family watched me like I was a criminal, never imagining that the one man he was trying to humiliate in front of everyone was the one person in that house he should have feared most
„Jste zatčen/a za vydávání se za federálního důstojníka,“ oznámil můj bratr celé místnosti, i když mi na krku visel vojenský…