So I did.
The Visitor certainly evoked memories from not so distant times when folk from my church and I sat through tribunals, negotiaited immigration interviews and confronted officialdom on behalf of “illegal immigrants,” otherwise deemed by the international community to be legitimate refugees entitled to protection under United Nation conventions of which my country is a signatory! It was all there, the infectious humanity and joie de vivre of those under the heavy burden of having to prove they have the right to exist in safety, the intransigence of governments and their enforcement authorities, and the ordinary “joe bloe” who innocently gets caught up in it and finds his own passions awakened.
The story has no resolution and some will find it unsatisfying.
For me it was cathartic.