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Border, so that people on both sides of the strait

If you want to go to another country, you must have a passport, don't you? At least, this is the idea of Vitel Vitalyev. But if it is Sunday, it seems that there is no need to worry. ...

Losing Liechtenstein, a country in the Alps, sounds stupid, which makes it very small. If you ask a local direction to get to the post office, he may say something like, "Turn to the next corner, turn right to Switzerland, cross the highway back to Liechtenstein, and you will see the post office at the next traffic light, opposite the Austrian border."

However, after hiking in the Alps for several hours, I really lost it. As a result, some relief went to a valley in a national inn, which was crowded with people who all had huge sausage strings with license plates, and some of them were almost equivalent to Liechtenstein in the local area. Suddenly, I froze: you think Vienna sausage is illegal only in Austria!

From my past to the terrible sight of the Soviet Union in me. The words "extradition", "deportation" and "detention" echoed in my mind. Shocked, I remember that my brand-new Australian passport was in my hotel in Liechtenstein. It doesn't have any Austrian visas!

Like any citizen of the former Soviet Union, I have a deep-rooted border of fear. Even now, with Lucy's passport in my pocket, it is difficult for me to adapt to the immigration officials waving Lucy at the airport to help me tide over the difficulties. I'm afraid they will forget to stamp some important stamps on my passport, and that will be troublesome. I looked at the flattering face of the immigration officer who stayed in front, and I knew I could never count on myself to be too confident. Old habits die hard. It's harder to worry about death.

What should I do? -Come on. I rushed out of the Austrian hotel and returned to the Liechtenstein border. In the distance, I can see the border post of the hut, and I wrote a painful showdown with the border guards myself. There is a huge lock hanging on the door of a blank border checkpoint. First of all, this is a sign:' Except holidays and weekends, cross-border opening hours are from 8 am to 8 pm every day. Remembering that it was Sunday, I signed up for a shift change and quickly crossed the border into Liechtenstein. Nothing can stop me there.