Handing back our passports, one official says sardonically:
So you come all the way down here for the inspiration.
We know better than to contradict anyone who carries a badge and a gun, so we just say:
Yes, sir.
Because how do you explain that it is never inspiration that drives you to tell a story, but rather a combination of anger and clarity? How do you say: No, we do not find inspiration here, but we find a country that is as beautiful as it is broken, and we are somehow now part of it, so we are also broken with it, and feel ashamed, confused, and sometimes hopeless, and are trying to figure out how to do something about all that.