Inside, he showed me his badge and said he was from the Special Branch and had the powers to stop, search and ask me some questions. So, it's to do with 'terrorism', I thought to myself. He started by filling in another Landing Card, this time for Terrorism Act purposes rather than immigration ones. It also stated at the bottom that, in addition to the this information (personal details, basically), I may be required to answer a few questions. Then he went off "for two minutes", leaving me alone in the room.
After more than 10 minutes, Mr Police Officer returns with the card in his hand. He asks me a few more questions about my background, profession, the languages I speak and the like.
"Are you Muslim?" he then asks all of a sudden.
"No, I'm an atheist," I reply smiling.
"But you come from a Muslim background?"
"That doesn't make me a Muslim, does it?"
Then, "Have you ever been to a mosque?" "Do you have Muslim friends?" bla bla bla. Then, "So most of your friends are Kurdish, no?" his toungue slips.
"How do you know I'm Kurdish?" I ask him. The man has obviously made his phone calls.
Getting nowhere, he asks to see my wallet. For some reason, I had an old press ID on me.
"So you work for this Lebanese paper?" he asks.
"Not any more," I reply.
"You don't have to answer this, but what do you think about the current events in Lebanon?" And I tell him, bluntly, what I think of the Israeli war crimes and the Western powers' complicity. "And that includes Britain," I stress.
Then comes my bag's turn. He goes through my smelly cloths and stuff, then asks me to turn on my laptop. Well, luckily, the battery was dead and the power supply had a lock on, to which he didn't have a key.
Finally, he looks at me and says the following, almost word for word:
"As I told you at the beginning, I am from the Special Branch (and I interrupt and remind him that he actually did only when we got into the room, and that's why I was acting 'funny' in the first place). "Occasionally I pick some people with Travel Documents to ask them a few questions (and I interrupt again and say I wasn't the only one today)." Then, to my utter shock, he says:
"Would you like to speak to some people?"
"How do you mean?"
"Like, someone with your background and qualifications..."
"Are you trying to recruit me as a spy?" I shout, unbelieving my ears.
"Not a spy..." But I had already stood up and was ready to leave:
"No, thanks. I don't work for bloody governments."
"I see," he says smiling and leads me to the door.
"I can't believe you made me miss my bus for this! It's so unbelievably absurd."
As I leave the building, I ask him sarcastically: "Are you gonna give us a lift now, then?"
"I can't do that, I'm afraid," he replies.
Not any more, obviously.
On reflection, I now realise how stupid it was to leave just like that, without trying to get some information as to what he was up to; what sort of 'job' he was offering me etc. I can't even remember his name and number. But then, it really surprised me and, let alone tired and cold, I was so pissed off that I would have to pay for a cap more than what I'd paid for the plane ticket.
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Should at least have got a free lift from him!
03.08.2006 10:54
Arthur
only half Kurdish
03.08.2006 12:11
But yeah, it's a shame that I got angry so quick and didn't push it futher. Who knows, he might have managed to recruit me to spy.. on Indymedia, at least ;)
Potential Spy
refugee from what?
03.08.2006 17:00
bad george
huh?
04.08.2006 09:52
are you seriously suggesting that someone choosing not to work for the government is a potential terrorist?
george
Can't believe it's true...
05.02.2007 08:13
Laurène
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