The 95th Episode : Official questioning
[June, 1997 Amsterdam Schiphol Airport, Netherlands]
The arrival was a little earlier than the schedule. Check-in procedure was taken first. It was not the first time to be at this airport but it was so huge that no need to compare with Narita or Kansai airport in Japan. I don’t know all the numbers exists continuously or not but I was appointed to wait at the boarding gate No.80’s.
Beer would let me relaxed, and time passed even a little but still had enough time. I walked in the terminal building here and there.
I was walking leisurely thinking where to go next. A man in a certain uniform was sitting at a desk beside of the passage. My eyes met his. Disagreeable feeling was hit. He beckoned to me. Ah~ I'd got caught again. There was a chair on his other side of the desk as if it looked like an interrogation room in the police station watched on TV. Of course I don’t know the real one though.
He said 'sit down' pointing the chair out. 'Me, what’s up?' I said. He continued ‘where do you go?’, ‘show me your passport, boarding pass’, ‘open your bag’… It was like a police questioning. Although I wore suits with a tie, did I look a suspicious person? I always think I’m just a normal person without any suspicion but often caught in such a questioning. Of course I was always acquittal.
‘OK, you can go now. Have a good trip.’ What!? I was going to my favourite UK. My joy was reduced by half due to you.
