In the Land of Doubleyou

With my wife and kids, passing through the Republic of W, armed policemen grabbed me. A nightmare I would have never dreamed - my wife's expression, so strange it seemed, dragged away while my children screamed, I was no longer free.  They didn't tell me, all I knew - it was because of my tattoo -  and so began my fears: what would become of my children, three? what would my wife think of me? would she wait for me? I whiled away the years. I asked my guard who wore a frown, what if my tattoo were upside down, and why always, "us vs. them"? Suddenly, in my nightwear, I found it was only a nightmare, but it taught me how to care, awake in the land of M.