Ahh... I really love Frankfurt ¬¬

The bus was crowded. At least I didn’t have my bag bought in the popular market, packed with cling film not to get dirt, because it would make things more troublesome. The airport was huge, really huge.

After fifteen minutes in the bus, lots of traffic lights and everyone canned inside we arrived in our final destination. I got out of the bus and went to the hall entrance. As there were three or four buses in front of us the queue was already made. Queue? Yes, a queue but it was going really fast and in less than two minutes I was already inside. Policemen and dogs were everywhere, lots of them. So an advice for you that is a cannabis user, don’t take your material with you while travelling through Frankfurt. It’s not a good place for it and you’re going to be doomed for sure.

The dogs scent everyone with no exception. I passed next to them and went ahead. I needed to find my boarding gate and in that airport this task would take long. I had to ways to go: go up using the stairs or go ahead. So I stopped and started wondering where to go. On the ticket I had the gate, but there was no proper indication in the hall. While I was deciding if I would go up or go ahead a man came closer to me.

- Polizei. – he said showing the badge.

Damn it. I didn’t even arrived properly and the Police was already checking me? And the worse thing was that when he got closer more three appeared from nowhere surrounding me. At least things were fine, I had in mind that I was doing nothing wrong. I had nothing to fear.

- We are trying to control the flow of the drugs here. So if you, sir can come with me I would like to ask you some questions. – policeman said in English.

- Is it going to take long? Because I have another plane to go to my final destination. – I tried answering with no fear.

- Sir, please come with me.

The Guy was a bit rude. I barely arrived in Europe and things were already crazy like this. Can you imagine me arrested because of some suspicion about drugs which I didn’t have? So we went to a room near the hall. He offered me a chair to sit and coffee. Then he sat on the chair in front of me.

- Where are you from, sir? Do you have any ID?

- I am from Salvador, here is my passport.

The creepy guy smiled.

- Really nice city. I’ve been their before on vacation. Really liked it there. – he said with his strong German accent.

At this moment the tension was a bit lower. But the other men were there with no friendly face.

- Where are you going to, sir?

- Prague.

- Any special reason?

Oh my God, that was worse than immigration office. Damn it!

- No, I Just want to see the city and enjoy New Year’s party.

- Have you been involved with drugs, sir?

- No, sir.

- Are you carrying drugs in your trip?

At this moment I noticed that there was a lie detector over his desk analyzing every answer I was giving. The situation wasn’t nice. The officer seemed to be friendly, but that fake smile on his face couldn’t trick me. Deep inside he was thinking: “I will get you bastard little nigga!”. But I didn’t shivered and gave all my answers straight away.

- No, sir.

- Do you do drugs, sir?

- No, I just like beer.

He smiled again and said:

- I can see you are clean, but I have to do some procedure with you.

Dear Lord! I got nervous! A procedure? What kind of procedure? I just reminded myself those cases where Africans were carrying drugs in there anus and the police finding it. Is this guy putting his hand in my ass? If something like this happened I would sue them! My moral integrity would be destroyed! Oh my God!

All those things passed through my mind in less than one second. I tried to calm down and asked:

- What kind of procedure?

- Nothing special. Please give me your hands.

He passed something like oil on them and after that used some small machine and started looking at it. Maybe waiting for it to beep. Nothing happened. Then he took the oil again and passed on my forehead. Yeah, on the forehead! I didn’t understand the reason as well. Passed the small device and started looking at it again.

- As I imagined. You sir can take your things and go ahead. Sorry about bothering you, but this is my job. – he said giving me back my passport.

- That’s fine, where is the gate I 17?

- You should go out and you will find directions. Good bye.

Uff! The relief was huge. The problem was not to stay right but someone forcing you to be wrong. This could finish anyone’s day that shivered in front of him. The lie device was there to trick people. The important thing was that I got out of that damn room and went up as I was told to do.

It was another huge hall. I was pissed with that airport. Why was it so huge? At least now I had directions, so I put chIpod in the pocket and started thinking: “This trip barely started and I already had a big gay German sitting by my side and now drug control. I didn’t even pass through the border and everything happened. It’s better to have some beer to calm down.” That’s what I’ve done.

There was a bar between the stores where I stopped to have a beer. Four Euros and twenty cents each. Freaking expensive beer, but I had two before going forward. I had two hours before my boarding so I didn’t need to push.

After finishing my beer and spending all my money I decided to face immigration. I walked ten minutes before finding where to go and stopped in the smallest queue. Six people in front of me and two Brazilian’s talking:

- Man, where are you going to?

- Milan.

- I’m going to Amsterdam, but I am really nervous.

- What happened?

- I am there illegally and I don’t think they will let me pass. I went to visit some friends in England and now I don’t know if I will go back.

For you that doesn’t know how does it work for those people from outside the EU, United Kingdom is not part of Schengen area so to come back there you need a new stamp in your passport. If you are going back to Schengen, you will need another stamp. If the small black guy in front of me was travelling inside Schengen he wouldn’t need to pass through immigration. But he thought he was smart, doing everything wrong, illegal, wanted to go back to Amsterdam and I knew inside that certainly the officer wouldn’t let him in. He knew that too, that’s why he was almost crying. I was quiet just listening both of them talking.

- Not good, man. But pray and everything will be fine.

At those times even the worst man in the world asks for God to help, right? Haha. So, it was time for the three Brazilians (I’m including myself) to go. The first one that was going to Milan went through smoothly, no problem with him. Now it was the small nigga’s turn. The officer didn’t say anything, just asked for the passport, put it on the machine and then asked where he was going to. Before the guy answered two officers arrived and took him away. The worse thing was that they used handcrafts. That was a ridiculous situation. I don’t understand law that much but I think that was forbidden. The last thing I saw was a tear dropping from the small nigga’s eye. But I had nothing to do with that and needed to go. My turn.

Nothing special. The immigration officer asked where I was going to, the trip reason, how long I’d stay and let me pass. So I just thanked the officer and crossed the small gate thinking: “We Brazilians are terrible. Try to be smart and ending up just doomed. The small guy was deported and to come back to Europe will be really troublesome for him”.

As the airport was really big I took almost forty five minutes or even more to find the damn gate. When I arrived I noticed it was full of Japanese people doing what they like the most: taking pictures. Not even in the airport they stopped. They took photos of everything and even with me as they requested and I accepted. I just needed more thirty minutes and then I could board to Prague, so I decided to take a nap as I didn’t sleep inside the airplane.

Fifteen more minutes and I saw the people moving, they were already getting in. I took my stuff and head to the plane. We took off… fifty five minutes flights and I could see Prague through the window. When we landed do you know what happened? Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap… There were six Brazilians in the plane in seats in front of me. All those Japanese were looking at them. What a shame. Hahaha.

I got out of the plane, took my bag full of plastic and my other small bags and that was it. I found the guys that were waiting for me with beers in hands… Germans…


BR Na Europa.