It was very difficult to get on this flight, since I am not a US resident. If I can’t get into the USA, we have a BIG problem. And when I do get in, I have no idea how long I will have to be there. I can only leave once a new care taker can fly in from The Netherlands, which may take a few months.
Most people decide to fly home, when the quarantaine was announced. But where is ‘home’ for me? I am not registered anywhere. I feel at home in many locations around the world. The Netherlands isn’t the best place to be right now. I thought Curaçao would be better and safer. But now it seems like I will be spending the next few months in Miami, one of my least favorite cities.
Curaçao airport is deserted. I have a folder with documentation for the immigration officials, who will probably try to stop me getting into the US. They only let US citizens in, which I am not. I have made screen prints of the law exemptions for children of US citizens. I have a copy of the doctors note that my father needs 24h care. I have a copy of my fathers passport to prove he is a US citizen. I even have a copy of his Power Of Attorney, to prove that I am his daughter. I have a copy of my boarding pass and immigration stamp to show that I have arrived on Curaçao on Feb 27th, and that I have been out of the EU for the required three weeks. So they should let me in. But rules changes by the minute as the crisis unfolds itself and fear of Europeans is high.
The check-in lady in Curaçao gave me a hard time, saying I was denied boarding because I am not a US citizen. She reluctantly called her supervisor when I insisted that children of US citizens should be allowed with a doctors letter. They decided to let me through and let the next official decide. The next official, however, assumed that I had already be checked. So I got through. I have hardly ever been as nervous in my life. I could board the plane.