We arrived back in London last night. I was held alone at immigration for at least 30 min. I forgot my work papers and the rest of the band went through separate from me. I was thoroughly questioned about exactly what I was doing in London, down to the last detail of my trip and what I do. You begin to think every paranoid thought in the world when you’re separated from your party at customs. I was sure they were behind that mirrored wall with my passport, googling my existence. In the end, I was scolded and set free, kicking myself for about 20 minutes until we got into Mansi’s car, riding to a relaxing soundtrack of Kate Bush followed by some Dillinger. All was well again.