We’d been enjoying a fun weekend with IS in front of the television replaying videos of our previous visit in 2006 when the door burst open and work security staff arrested our host. When we looked around we saw that all his belongings had been confiscated, as had ours (including my brand new, small, blue shell suitcase).

There now seemed no point in hanging around so I walked over to a rack of knitwear and pondered taking one of the Shetland jumpers. In the end I settled on the black Norwegian one: it was mine, after all.