In 2010, while returning to Budapest from a Toronto trip, I was entering the EU through Frankfurt airport. At the immigration booth I handed the agent my Canadian passport and watched as he nonchalantly flipped through the many stamped pages. When he got to the page with my attached Hungarian residency permit, he did a classic double take and said, “Hungary? You live in Hungary? Why did you move to Hungary?”
Without hesitating I responded:
“I have absolutely no idea.”
