How gracious and accommodating can an immigration office be? Unbelievably.
You realize that I was in disgrace because twice I had stayed in South Africa longer than my visa authorized me to, and that was not well-thought of.
Upon re-entry to South Africa, that is when I had to pay a fine. Whereas before, I had kind of been made to feel like a felon, the regular lady at the immigration booth treated me like a queen, God bless her.
First of all, she said to me, that if I didn't have the money, I could pay when I leave. That was unbelievably sweet. I had the money, but it was American money, and I had to pay in Rands. This lady escorted me to the money exchange place a mile away, up two floors etc. She also wheeled my carry-on for me. After I received the rands, we then walked another mile to some offices where her fingerprint allowed us in. We had come to the place where you pay. The kind immigration people there gave me a receipt and told me to keep it just in case.
And then this lovely lady escorted me back to where we started, and she kindly expunged from the computer any record of my illegal status, and she was kind enough to let me know she had.
She gave me her name. Although my gratitude to her is great, I'm not sure I remember her name accurately. It may have been Catmar. Catmar must mean Angel. This was the first angel to welcome me to South Africa.