26 Days, 20 Hours, 45 minutes, 16 seconds.
Jack breathed a sigh of relief.
Somehow, he knew the man and woman understood what he did. It was part of
the risk of their agreement. “You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours.” He
remembered saying that to the woman wearing a baseball cap and a sordid pair of glasses.
Besides, he could make up for what he did by convincing the Embassy to help
King Carlos’ wife to seek refuge to the United States. She would, therefore, no longer be
trapped in the strawman fallacy of being declared a “sovereign citizen.” Lydia would
even be able to save her three daughters by seeking political asylum afterwards. After her
psychological asylum.
After all, sovereign citizenship was merely a sham concept of being a person
without a country, or a people w
