“Palestinian,” I answered.
It seemd that Palestinian passport simply did not compute! More gruffly, he asked again, “What passport is it?”
When I repeated my answer, his face lit up and he responded affirmativel, “Oh! A pakistani passport!”
At that point I was ready to be Pakistani if it meant I could complete the exam! I took a deep breath, wondering, “Is this guy for real?” But I quietly told myself, “Patience, Mohammad. Perhaps he’s color blind and cannot read green.”