‘Just because a man was born in a stable it doesn’t mean he is a horse.’
— The Duke of Wellington, on being claimed by the Irish for his Dublin birth.
At Stansted airport, the woman at the Ryanair check-in desk asked to see my visa. Dopily, I flicked to the back of the passport to show her my precious H1-B.
No, this is for America. Wheres your visa for Ireland?
I was stumped.
I dont need one. Im Irish.
No, youre not. It says youre Zambian.
No, Im not. It says I was born there, thats all. Im an Irish citizen.
Well, do you have proof of that? I cant let you board the plane without proof.
My gears turned slowly. Then a brainwave:
Um, it says on the front cover that thats an Irish passport.
Okay then. Thatll do.
I thanked her.