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[sid] => 22576
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Bitterness of Dreamholidays
[time] => 2003-09-01 06:05:00
[hometext] => my first holidays.. alone.. to see friends.. life experience.. that is all i can say.. [bodytext] => I was born 30 years ago, gave birth to two boys have been married for 9 years and decided to meet my net friends as I have been at home for 5 years I worked long nights and days to earn few money for my holidays to the country of my dreams thought it would be The flight was fine for the very first time in my life and at the airport in my dreamland I fully enjoyed the bitterness of this world The officers asked me many questions why not - I replied They asked me: "you left your children?" I said:"just for a week - is it a crime?" Then they took my passport and left I had to wait - for what???? Quickly typing sms to my friends: I am kept at immigrations do not know why, what happened. Very stressed asked myself the only thing: did you want holidays like these??? In a while another lady came checked my luggage, asked again finally took my family pictures and my poetry book and led me away to some strange room picture of me they took (wondering I did not have to hold the number of criminal, or so...) they distrained all my things except a pack of cigarretes and money No explanation, no reply to my question: "What have I done???" All they said was: "You will soon be sent home".... Shocked and lost what does it mean my god??? I swear I had not expected something like this could happen to me.. Perhaps I chose wrong country? or I should lie somehow - I do not know it.. All I wanted was to have lovely holidays to meet my net friends to see different history to rest a lil from my family and I will be sent home????? Sitting in that strange place smoking, crying, not able to understand feeling like a criminal - althought innocent I wished I have dreamt. It was all reality - unfortunately. There was one officer - older man really kind, telling me: "Please do not cry, it will not help thee". All I had in my mind was: Is this the dream holidays? Then that lady came back, asked one thousand questions again... something like.. where are you children, who is with them? how much money does your family earn? I gave her all data she asked about my friend all my story about dream holidays said after four hours spent there the lady came and said: "Well, we called your friend seems it is okay you are staying with him not planning to stay in my country Now, take your property and go, you are free... We wish you lovely times here.. Tell ya, I was not sure what to do wished both: to stay and also take plane and go home. Finally I decided so: I will enjoy my dream holidays full of hope, for me it works... another scary case happened to me there.. but you are right.. that is another story....i will write.. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Aika [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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