You are deported to South Dakota for life. The governor, a friendly chap, installs your new home slap bang right in the middle of the border - you wake up to hear the sounds of North Dakotan paradise tantalizingly close; yet, as you work on the ranch assigned to you, guarded securely, it remains ever out of reach.
Barely a stone's throw away the North Dakotan Red fox runs free across the border; the melodious twittering of North Dakotan birds torment your ears with great thirst for the paradise so close - yet a paradise lost from grasp - forever.
I want a holiday.