zutopia

stealing home

i went back to holland last week. what a difference three years and an engagement make. you however cannot escape your past. i was reminded of this as immigration agents escorted me from the line to the office after finding me "in the system".

"come with me" said the gustapo looking brute -- when did immigration officers become security guards?? all over 6 ft tall and 200 lbs, with this haircut shaved close but into a point or arrow on the forehead (i later noticed this same cut on the guy working in the airport Nike shop). bizarre and they all had guns! nothing like the genteel officers at bermuda, or even US, border.

I've just recently realized that i am not a terrorist or drug dealer and have nothing to fear going through such check points and security - even though post 9/11 procedures red-flagging my arabic name had me thinking i was indeed plotting my country's demise. little did they know all i do is bullshit & party, and bullshit.. and write my little raps (occasionally) on here. anyhoo, after a couple minutes they came to me and said i had an unpaid fine. oh shit i thought -- my old beef with the royal library in the hague caught up with me. The Koninings Bibliotech (Queens library) maintained that i never returned phillp roth's .. when i know that i did cuz i actually went out and bought it because i enjoyed it so much.. but alas it was not a library fine.

"do you remember riding your bike in amsterdam without a light in October 2006?"

really? wow. of course i remember getting "busted". i didnt remember giving them my real name:). funny thing was that i wasn't "in the system" in November 2008 when i last visited holland. they're catching up with themselves (i figure post that last bombing attempt) . in any case i payed my 34 euros (10 euro late fee), got my passport stamped and they let me in.

posted by z.a.k. @ 10:32 AM