Two policemen grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me away from the immigration counter at Quito International Airport.

‘¿Qué hice?’ I asked, my voice shaking.

I tried to see their faces but the police turned from me. They each jabbed an arm in the space between my arm and torso, curled their elbow under my armpit and locked their hand on my shoulder. Now facing the opposite direction from me, they marched forward, pushing my upper body with them and forcing my feet to backpedal. . .

Two policemen grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me away from the immigration counter at Quito International Airport.

‘¿Qué hice?’ I asked, my voice shaking.

I tried to see their faces but the police turned from me. They each jabbed an arm in the space between my arm and torso, curled their elbow under my armpit and locked their hand on my shoulder. Now facing the opposite direction from me, they marched forward, pushing my upper body with them and forcing my feet to backpedal. . .