EXCERPT FROM:  "A NEW HAMPSHIRE YANKEE ON ICE" By Deborah Sherman de Santos Dedicated to Audrius Kazenas, presently on his third year of being held in immigration detention, doing hard time for no crime. November 24, 2008 I was a normal wife and mother. Thanksgiving was three days away. I’d started my day feeding the chickens and goats on our small farm, did some shopping, spent time on the phone coordinating schedules for the multi-family dinner planned for turkey day and took my teenage son to his jujitsu class. November 26 found me sitting in a police station looking into an abyss of international politics stemming from the end of the Cold War and coordinating the dissolution of the various pets and belongings that had been a man’s life. My mind raced to keep up with everything I was being told, everything that had happened and that I had just learned. I stood lost in a jungle of government agencies and national egos. The task facing me was to find navigable pathways back to safety for a close friend, Audrius Kazenas, and if I was to help him, for myself. Thanksgiving was a day away and totally forgotten. I’d been ICED.