But as I am thinking about this, I remember a year ago. I was in the Santiago airport, taking back to the US a box of promotional magazines about Jamao. While waiting at the gate, three official people approached me and asked me to come with them. Apparently, they assumed I was hiding drugs in the magazines. It could have been a horrible experience. But, as the low level officers looked through each magazine, the boss of the DMC ( I assume) sat with me. We chatted. He told me he was a godson of our elderly doctor in Jamao. We became fast friends and to this day, write back and forth. And all those sitting in the other chairs waiting for their luggage to be examined asked (and received) magazines about Jamao. Of course, all inspectors received their copy, too.
Not everything that happens to us needs to be taken as an offense. Sometimes it is just an opportunity to forge new friendships and educate others (and ourselves.)