Two uniformed officers were standing directly at the end of the street in front of us. Frightened we turned to go the other way and encountered two more hastily coming towards us. Grabbing our two small children we ran towards the small dilapidated building. My fists throbbed as I pounded on the door pleading, “Please open up I am a citizen!” Our only path to safety now slowly opened as I forced my way inside. The cries from my family filled the air as the men grabbed at their legs. With superhuman-like strength I pulled them into the dwelling and slammed the door. We were now safe inside the Embassy, but for how long?
My name is Harald. This is my story of America.