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Dampfnudle

Saturday, January 16, 2010 from 16h to 19h - Workshop culinary "Dampfnudle - a tradition that goes" - Farm Bussierre (Strasbourg)
culinary workshop and tasting.

We will achieve a creamy split pea and apple sauce while the dough rise,

tasty accompaniment, main course and dessert of Dampfnüdeln.

Upon reservation, 5 € for members and 10 € for non-members.
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Workshop Braedele

15h Saturday, December 12 - National Day Slow Food - Workshop Braedele - Farm Bussierre ( Strasbourg)
Slow Food International Day. 15h
for children. 17h for adults

Put hands dirty ... to braedele!
Culinary workshop you take your creations. On
reservationist, free admission for children and members, 5 € for non-members.
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Thursday, November 19 18:30 21h - Farm Bussierre (Strasbourg )

workshop and tasting culinary creations

Potato Gnocchi, Spaëzle, Fusilli "Al Ferretto" ... This is How to pass a rainy afternoon so tasty and easy!


Farm Bussierre
155 Rue Strasbourg Kemps
€ 5 for members, 12 € for non-members on reservation
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Discover the sophistication of Iranian cuisine

Saturday, November 14 at 17h - Farm Bussierre (Strasbourg)

Workshop culinary tasting and dinner
Anime by Nazanin Hanaee and Behnam Taidi

Iranian cuisine is primarily the art of cooking rice. And "art" is not a big word here: the most refined risotto will seem barbaric compared three techniques for cooking rice Persian (Tchelo, polo Kateh) each designed to accompany a certain type of dish (with sauce in broth, roast ... khoresh, ash, polo, kabab ...)

Then comes the subtle harmony between the meat (lamb, beef, duck ...) and the key element of the dish (which can go quince with eggplant, barberry to cherry through the grenade and dried limes) without forgetting the herbs and spices (coriander, mint, dill and especially the precious saffron).

But Behnam and Nazanin you speak better than me on Saturday night!

Lucia

Farm Bussierre
155 rue Kempf Strasbourg
€ 15 for members, 25 € for non-members on reservation
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Inauguration of the 2009-10 season

Saturday, November 7, 2009 at 17h - Farm Bussierre (Strasbourg)

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Workshop taste around ham de Bigorre Black Pig
Concert Jazz Manouche ( Mundoswing)
Tasting Tour squash, pumpkins and other cucurbits
Workshops for children
dinner aperitif

Farm Bussierre
155 rue Kempf Strasbourg
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That or I'm two months after ...

We're 24 October 2009, less than two months the deadline to resolve my énoooooorme fined $ 32,000. Tomorrow we spend the winter time. One hour less, it will be something gained!
Here are some news, because after a considerable period of media attention, the blow fell.

The various letters sent to institutions (embassies, Ministry of Strange, DGAC ...) have not served a great thing. Oh yes! I got an appointment next Monday at the Embassy of USA ... but following the standard procedure of visa application ... This is apparently the only way to get an RV with a consular attaché in order to expose him for me. ... To be continued I have two
three other informal contacts and relationships, which could advance the Schmilblick in "high places", but it must be very patient ... do not rush things!
I also wrote "Que Choisir" and "Inter Mutuelle Assistance". Will they help me in my legal steps? ... Hopefully!
With the help (not really free ... I'm already at 3000 €!) A Canadian lawyer from Montreal, I try to build a case on appeal. The road will be long and difficult ... therefore expensive.

Side blog, the approach is effective and I can not thank enough all my friends who sympathize and have formalized their support with a donation. These donations have already reached € 2162! but again, the road is long ... The Paypal account is open and any other form of support is accepted.

Other possible funding sources: TV games ! Yes, I know it's not terrible! ... but it's for a good cause! I attended a casting (the wheel of fortune) in St Denis near Paris. Enriching experience. Preselected from a score of candidates, I have done the Zouave front of a video camera ... but alas, a letter I recently stated that "adventure" ended there! Too bad :-( I will try others ... should not be discouraged by a failure ...

Definitely this experience leads me to do things rather Unusual ... and I certainly would not have made otherwise.

Any idea is welcome complementary ...

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Culinary Workshop - Fall Vegetable Farm

"Thursdays Season" - Culinary workshop - Farm Bussierre (Strasbourg) - Thursday 22 October 18h30

Fall Vegetables like you've never seen

Curried Cauliflower with Indian Duck Breast with Quince, Walnut Pasta and Italy, Thai Style Pumpkin Dessert, and who knows what else ...

Three recipes are concocted, according to market conditions and the inspiration of the moment. If you want to have your say on the choice of recipes, visit the Farm Andres at 17:45.

And if you have any recipes you want to try, do not hesitate to contact us.

Workshop & Tasting:
€ 5 members price - 12 € price non-members
Meet at 18:30 at the Farm Bussierre

Lucia

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There is life after prison ... An arrival at CDG

After a rest day with mine, I take the path to the office this Thursday, August 27. The work is health ... Of course after such an adventure! But with what tools because I still have not recovered my PC, my PDA and my module Ecogyzer. Upon my return
, I am asked by a journalist from Paris who wants a scoop interview on Thursday at the office, for broadcast tomorrow Friday. This story could happen to others tempted to test air and it seems useful to testify that I speak of "sensitivity" of the airlines on this issue.

In fact the article did not come out until Saturday 29 as a news priority mobilizes the editor: a young girl held captive for 18 years. In comparison, I admit that my story is a true count for children.
By Saturday morning, the article appeared, I received a visit at my home a reporter M6. It quickly unsheathed! I invite kindly to our office to protect my privacy. Ensue France 2, RTL radio and LCI. And the evening of August 29, so I spend about 6 minutes to 20 hours of M6 and France 2. I obviously some warm reactions from friends and acquaintance who saw me on TV ... but I would have done without this visibility passenger in such circumstances.

And now, I need some ideas to address this staggering sum of $ 32,000. Write a book (it takes time!), Propose a screenplay (that too, it takes time!), Participate to televised games (earnings used to pay the fine), make an event fee (?), for example ...

In the following week, friends offer me then to write a blog and open a Paypal account. Well, I rather like surfing the Internet and I'm quite a fan of correspondence by e-mail (oh, sorry! They say e-mail!), But I had never opened a blog and even fewer Paypal. But after all, why not!
I therefore launching on "blogging", a tool for creating a blog, and I do not seem too complicated ... oh! there is probably full of imperfections on this blog, but it allows me to share this experience and suggest an involvement (as are the great rivers from small rivers).

I also try the diplomatic track by writing letters to request an interview with our Foreign Minister, Bernard Kouchner and the Ambassadors of Canada and the USA in France. The road is long ...

And there is the judicial track ... here is more complicated!

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stressful ...

During the plane ride back "home", I think everything that happened to me in recent days. What
event: the prison (the first time in my life), taste humiliating chains and handcuffs, this awesome universe prison, a trial "plead guilty" to the key and $ 32,000 fine and 10 years of prohibition of Canada. All this in ten days! Much for one man. Apart from the intense psychological trauma, the consequences are disastrous. But how well will we be able to develop the North American market with such a shot, and how will I pay the fine disproportionate.

My seat neighbor returning from a trekking Peru, tells me her exciting journey and we also share the GPS technology and tools to aid navigation ... Rest and a few hours after we landed in Paris CDG terminal 2A. We'll have to pass the French customs. T on that subject myself? ... Without becoming paranoid (... I know others ... in short), I expect the worst. The information is moving faster than airplanes, my file might already be on screens our customs lights ... The heart a little tight, I'm heading in the queue to go to the passport control booth. The queue is moving slowly but surely ... Then, suddenly, I see the customs out of his jar and close the doors to the exit. His colleagues do the same. Maximum heart rate! The roller coaster at the fair from the Throne figure of pale wooden carousel horse next door. I imagine the worst ... A dangerous character will go on French soil and they have the set of blocking all the exits ... Okay bard! ... The passengers in the queue wondering, too, but with little idea of the situation and what lies ahead (... must say I have a little experience, alas).
And suddenly, a sweet way distills a message through the speakers: "Mr. Inzo is asked to take her bag left in the arrival terminal 2A level," then the same in the English accent frenchy .. . Oufff! what a relief! I'd set up a nightmare scenario ... Paranoia when you hold us! so I understand behind the scenes ... it goes fast spin.
A second similar message is broadcast and staff evacuated the airport terminal part of the aim of destroying the suspect bags. The episode lasts about thirty minutes easily. Finally the doors are open again (Mr Inzo had to come pick up their luggage temporarily abandoned because there was no explosion ... but I do not think he had to undergo the imprisonment and trial, he!). The queue is recovering and in my turn, I present my passport at customs which makes me very quickly. No comments ?!... I do not insist. That's it is done! .. Suddenly, I love this wonderful profession of customs. What power: Pass or stop! ... It remains to retrieve my suitcase. She turns for a while among other bags on the baggage conveyor belt. Nothing to declare and you're out.

Freedom, true. Finally! My friend Philip and his wife Joelle welcomed me warmly. I send them my joy to find them, see them again at last after so many emotions. Moments later, my lovely little family had some parking problems at Terminal 2A, is given episode of the bag without an owner, stops at drop-off to embark at my home "home sweet home". Family, I love you ;-)

End of my nightmare ... and beginning of a slice of life to assume the disproportionate impact of this one.
Several questions remain: in shock, pleading guilty, was this the best choice? call: possible? ... how to raise the sum of $ 32,000 in the 4 month timeframe? Ecogyzer develop on the North American market? continue to expand our export SMEs, Nomadic Solutions? ...

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Bad dreams in New York JFK.

Up at 3:30 to introduce myself a little before 4:30 at the counter of boarding American Airlines to Halifax airport. This morning we leave for the U.S. and customs formalities at the airport are on Canadian soil. When I go to the hostess to store my luggage, she said that I should wait my "escort", Bob, before doing my paperwork. Armed with my boarding card (first to New York JFK and then to Paris CDG), I spend my bag through security. All is well ... for now ! So I sit at the entrance of the corridor from ferries to wait Bob. 5:00: still no ... 5:15: Bob would it have prevented at the last minute? ... It would be a shame to stop there! In such a way! ... 5.30 am: a man of sixty years approached me with the hostess. Phew, it's Bob! We do know quickly and we headed towards the check-on baggage. Passing under the gantry, Bob triggers signal and is the subject of search earlier, he had to keep a few metal objects in his pocket! It comforts me because I spend all my turn without incident. Wink ;-)

And we arrive at passport control. While there, you change the registry! Obviously it was expected. After a quick check of the identity of Bob, the customs official took my passport and asked me to put my hands on a machine fingerprint. That's it, I'm new in the box ... may not be the same! (See previous episodes). He then invites us to follow him in an office where I have to declare my full identity, I bow again to the fingerprinting and background of the eye, pay a fine (yet!) $ 65 U.S. (how?) and undergo a search of my carry-on bag (up copying of personal documents and viewing photos from my camera - what indiscretion!). It takes time and it's already 6:30, theoretical time of departure. Provided that our plane does not leave without us ... Guaranteed Stress! After the last matters, a customs takes us at a run to the gate of the plane, it is 6:45 ET we sit at our place last. Moments later, the plane finally took off with 20 minutes behind schedule. No need to draw a picture, but the flight went without incident (it's good, I'm vaccinated ... for life!). Bob tells me that I should answer a few questions of security officers to AA and that I will probably call my long (12:00) in New York in a show of the company. I thank in advance for this attention because I may well rest in a quite nice.

Arrival at JFK, 7:30 am local time (1 hour ahead of Halifax). On leaving the aircraft, two plainclothes officers of the company offer me to follow them to answer their questions. There I was expecting ... By cons, a few yards away, just out of the corridor removable, two customs weapon, I suggest putting your hands on the wall and I dig the body to see if I'm not wearing a weapon (see bin !). Puzzled, I look at Bob and his cronies I understand that the situation eludes them. The restful stopover turns into a nightmare of continuity lived a few days earlier. To top it off, customs asked me to remove my jacket and put his hands behind his back to handcuff me. And here we go again! but why do they treat me like a criminal! it's hard! ... It is obvious that in this type of situation, it is better to execute what they want you rather than trying to discuss ... In shock, hands handcuffed behind his back, I'm taken, framed by these two fellows armed to the headquarters of Airport Customs. This path seems endless to me, what torture! I meet many quizzical looks, and even guilt, passengers walking through the hallways. I do not feel well ...

We finally arrive at the main Customs and I am taken directly to the cell where it is expected that I spend the duration of the call (it is almost 8:00 ET for my flight to Paris is at 17.45). They take me away in handcuffs that were beginning to ache at the wrists. I take off my watch and my belt and give them all my business. I wait a few minutes and a customs officer asked me to follow him into an office for questioning by a federal marshal and an airport security officer, while two plainclothes. So I tell them my story and they finally decide to make me wait in a large room. They make me my business and my carry-on bag and I understand they have grasped the character I am: an engineer who made a small mistake with big consequences.
In the morning, I agree to the entry of this large room the two company agents who were waiting to exit the plane. Rebelotte for questioning. But this one, it was expected ... We head then to a small room furnished with four comfortable armchairs and a coffee table. In the presence of a customs officer and two officers, I start my story and, at their request, I wrote a testimony of my story. I insist on the lack of effective communication with the crew and at no time have I been warned of the risk of diverting the flight because of me on Newfoundland.

The interview over, I find myself alone in this little room in which is arranged games for children (waiting room for families). Occasionally, a customs officer comes up to me asking if I need anything to bring me dining, or reading ... Care, what! The atmosphere is relaxed, I venture to ask a favor: "Please, Mr. Customs, could not you put me in handcuffs when you escort me to the plane." "Of course" he replied in a tone of sovereign. Phew, it's still less a humiliation in perspective. I would also do the request to call my family to confirm my arrival in Paris tomorrow morning and that everything goes (... almost) right here! Accepted! Could this be my luck I caught up ... I would really need.

Towards 17.00, Customs and other 3 m'escortent people to the gate of the plane to Paris. Escorted to my seat in the camera, I sit, taking care to remove any electronic device. The plane took off and I began to consider freedom. Rest
arrival in Paris CDG ... but we'll see it tomorrow ...

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My first flight to freedom ...

My flight St John's - Halifax at 13:40 and I prefer to arrive early at the airport in case of "surprise". I expect all! After an eventful night for the room near the top was a hell of pewter and has a pouring rain St John's hit (the effects of Bill), I head in the morning to the airport.
heavy heart, I stand at the Air Canada counter to store my luggage. What will they invent this time? ... The hostess of the counter asks me my passport and references from my file. I give him all these things and I quietly while she tapped on his terminal. Suspense ...
She recorded my suitcase, publishes the boarding card and handed it to me with my passport. I dream! And she even wants a good trip ... Wonderful, I had the habit! ... Relieved, stammering a "thank you" moved, I realized that it the first flight I'll take from this Saturday, August 15 where it all began. I could not believe my ears ... after all the difficulties encountered in Gander ...

short! The sun is the tip of his nose, Bill was passed in the night off St. John's. Green light for Halifax. After a quick flight, here I am, arrived in Halifax. I go directly to the American Airlines counter where I should pick up tomorrow morning for New York (JFK). Mike, the "GO" AA, had warned me that I will be escorted on the flight. Is trust! and also to accompany me on the formalities to pass U.S. Customs. I feel that we will not laugh. A stewardess told me directly introduce myself tomorrow at 4:30 am (the flight was at 6:30) and there I meet Bob, my "escort".

A hotel shuttle will take me there and as it is 15:00, to pass the time, I decided to visit the city of Halifax located almost 50km. After depositing my luggage in my room, I returned to the airport from which I can take a bus or taxi to Halifax. Standing in line to take a bus ticket, I saw a fare price for taxis and limousines. A quick calculation to infer that it would be cheaper to rent a limousine to three. I am sharing my finding with two other people waiting like me in the tail and mud, it gets into the limo that transports us to the city center. Two women resident in Halifax and returning from holidays spent in Western Canada, with me. The limo drops us off at the home of one of them and the second a long way with me in Halifax. Every day I reinforces the idea that communication between people is the most important thing is to improve the understanding, the relationship between us, sharing of resources ... and secondarily to prevent diversions of aircraft useless! The benefit of Man on the animal (not with intelligence) is good, mainly in the quality of our communication between humans. Well, here I stop my philosophy of counter ... But still!

I cross so lovely public gardens with gazebo and pond with some ducks frolic around a model of the Titanic, I climb to the citadel, an old fort overlooking an old British garrison town and then down to the port. Halifax is a charming town in style with some old British "small skyscraper" on the edge of the bay and a marina from which boat to see whales off the coast of Nova Scotia (Nova Scotia as they say here). Originality tourism: amphibious trucks to visit the city and take a little trip into the bay. It's fun!

It is 19:30 and it takes a good hour to get back to the hotel (shuttle bus +). Tonight I do not sleep late because tomorrow morning at 4:30 and early boarding pass U.S. customs on Canadian territory. I'm worried already! ...

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's it, I leave Gander! When Bill

This Sunday is my last day in Gander ... theoretically. My flight to Halifax is expected this afternoon at 2:20 p.m. ET jubilant happiness I think of this departure. I turn on the TV and I zap among the thirty or so channels available to TV weather channel. Bill, tropical storm, moves on to the coast of Nova Scotia and it probably will hit Halifax this afternoon. Acquired by conscience, I went down to the reception of the hotel where I can read the flight times for free internet service. Let's see ... Air Canada, Gander - Halifax flight canceled :-( Nooo! Even the weather is against me! Total disarray ... I call once my "tour" which confirms the cancellation of my flight this after noon wait and wonder (again ...) until a new route.

The weather is gray and I too. A few hours later, I receive a fax at the reception to inform me about my new course (the fourth): Gander - St. John's coach, then St John's - Halifax tomorrow, Monday, Halifax - New York - Paris (arrival Wednesday August 26, morning). Hotels in St. John's and Halifax reserved. What an adventure! The bus to St John's (capital of Newfoundland located on the Avalon Peninsula on the east coast) will leave the airport at 17:00. New calls to my relatives to warn them of an extra day shift.
Patience ...
I release the room around 13:00 and went to the airport by taxi. Few hours of waiting terminal in this province, with this magnificent exhibition of daring early aviators who crossed the Atlantic, and the bus to St John's happening. The 322km that separates us from our destination, are looped over 4 hours on a bus very comfortable. On the Trans sinking through the pine forests, the weather is very dark and the closer to St John's, plus the fog thickens.

arrived at the bus station, we end up more passengers in a similar situation: to find a taxi that took us to a hotel near the airport. In talking with another passenger of the bus, I suggest share of the race. She did not have time to book a room and the driver called the hotel to see if a room is available. Luckily, this is the last. During the trip, she tells me her story that has something in common with mine: a week after my flight from Paris to Boston, so yesterday she was the cause of a diversion of aircraft to Gander. Welcome to the club! She fainted in flight and the captain had no choice other than an emergency landing at Gander. Returned to her, she was placed under observation in hospital and was able to get out after a few hours. She is a physicist, an American citizen, originally from Yugoslavia and must return to his home in Pittsburg at the earliest, despite Bill. A nod from the everyday!

arrived at the hotel it was already late. Tomorrow, Halifax ... Every day his sentence! The key was to have left Gander. Good night ;-)

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, Hurricane gets involved!

I have to go to Gander this Saturday, this quiet town center located along Newfoundland's Gander Lake.
What I'm complaining ...? I am out of cell ... Sneakers on his feet, a quick jog (10km) will do me good. Directorate managed forest along the Trans Canada. Despite a gloomy forecast, this place is wonderful: Eco maintained by volunteers, a course laid out in the wilderness crisscrosses the forest composed of multiple species of trees and many explanatory signs on stakes throughout. At a Glance: I stop at a sign indicating that this location was an American bomber crash here during the Second World War. Some scrap engine lying on the ground as evidence of this tragic event. Ah ... planes, it takes me on! It should be noted that Newfoundland was the haunt of aeronautical adventurers of early 20th century, when the first transatlantic crossings. An exhibition is also devoted their to the airport.

returned to the hotel in the rain, I sit in the room to write a few lines of my story. And I look a distracted eye on the TV weather channel, the evolution of a hurricane that originated in the Caribbean Sea a few days earlier. He has been nicknamed Bill! Why not! Worried about its progress, I listened. It seems inevitable that he is approaching the coast of Nova Scotia including Halifax. Halifax where my flight tomorrow to land mid-afternoon ... No luck!
Bill, Class 1, develops winds of 110 to 130km / h. Under these conditions, a plane can land safely (... nothing to do with the patafix!) and the reason that flights would be canceled ... Particularly affected by this natural phenomenon, call Mike on his cell phone, the representative of American Airlines, which "holds" my journey home .. "Mike, are you sure my flight will be held tomorrow ?..." I asked him feverish. "Do not worry, everything will be okay, that's not that little gust of wind which will modify your program!" he replied with a confident tone ... Not really sure, I hang up and I am carefully the evolution of Bill on TV! It may be diverted his route and the impact on Halifax is a minor. Fingers crossed ... Expect Sunday.

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Let me go!

Friday morning August 21. The sun shines ... is a good sign (... well I hope!). As my flight is scheduled at 14:20, I decided to make a short but intense jogging, shower and breakfast. Back in my room, I received a phone message from Air Canada in Montreal who told me they can not issue a ticket Gander - Halifax (approx. $ 800 CDN) for my account is not replenished. Surprise! Indeed, two days ago, the previous ticket issued for $ 2,000 had been debited from my account but not credited (processing time bank). We must find a solution immediately if no trip today!
A little stress ... At the point where I am ...! A few phone calls later, I am saved: my friend and business partner Philip, I communicate the ID and his credit card transaction can finally be done. Phew!

Branch Airport. I go see my favorite customs! They put me back my passport for my departure is imminent. I spend my bag to security and a green strip, looped around the handle, valid on luggage. So far so good ... long may it continue! I am running for the Air Canada counter. Greeted by a charming hostess, she put my suitcase on the scale and asks for my ticket and my passport. She checks on her screen and a quick gesture, she removes the tape from my green bag and asked me to wait a moment (ooh la la! Is not a good sign). She returned minutes later with the manager that I mean simply that the company may take me a board for safety reasons. The sky falls again on my head! Ouch! Calmly, I explained to him that my flight schedule has been established the previous day by a representative of American Airlines and that all checks (including Air Canada) were made. No way! Nothing to do ! ... But when will they let me go home ?!... Newfoundland is a wonderful place but must not exaggerate ...
After several hours of waiting at the airport to see if the situation changes, I returned to the hotel where I wait patiently Gander new instructions of AA. Strange feeling to feel my fate hung on the goodwill of a company that will tell me what I should do ... Patience!

By late afternoon, I received a fax at the hotel reception to tell me my new schedule of flights.
Departure Sunday (2 days, oh no :-( same route: Gander - Halifax - New York - Paris with Paris arrival Tuesday, August 25 morning. It is not possible! What have I so "attractive" for they keep me so long? ... My relatives warned that third flight plan, I decided to go to sleep, morale in the socks ...

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I find myself in the offices of customs at the airport in Gander, to answer questions from two officers. Just before the interview, I asked politely if I can call a travel agent before closing time looming, to prepare my return trip. They royally grant me this favor and put at my disposal a telephone. With the help of the tour, I organize So my return flight (several steps): Gander, Halifax, Montreal, Paris. Starting tomorrow Thursday, August 20 2:20 p.m. ET arrival in Paris on Friday morning at 21. Perfect! ... except for one small detail: almost $ 2000 CDN for this way! ... twice the round trip Paris San Francisco! It hits hard! but I do not really have a choice, I want to go faster at home. If I knew it! ...
Customs then ask me a series of questions, each more intrusive than other ... about my family, my business, my travels ... a survey of sorts! .. But I thought I had left ... And they keep my passport until Gander where I leave.
See you tomorrow morning 9:00 with customs ... despite a scheduled flight at 14:20. Strange ...

I returned to the hotel through the gift shop of my cell guard to take the gifts engraved on wood and glass. And I'm so happy to imagine that in two days I'll get mine and my friends ... What happiness! just thinking about it!
returned to my room, I receive a call from a journalist with CBC TV Canadian who wants to interview me before my departure. Alone with her camera, I receive in my room to tell my story and testify to the overreaction to me. She takes risks: only face a "dangerous" person like me! The interview lasts about twenty minutes.
And then sleep! Comfortable night with weird dreams sentences and endless corridors (to me ... it works pretty story!)

The next morning, I present myself as agreed at the customs office and there, mental shock (again) ! Very stoically, they announce how the national airline (Air Canada) does not allow me to take their planes for security reasons. And voila, there it is, I'm in the box ... with the label "dangerous person"! So no taking risks for the company ... And how can I do to get out of here ?!... That feeling of being trapped in my mind still runs ... they just expanded a few walls! But I just want to go home ...
while I understand I can not plan my return trip without the involvement of Canadian authorities and airline AA. Still no passport, I returned to the hotel where the receptionist questions about the purpose of my return. But an employee, caring, wonder if I'm doing well because she had heard that morning on the radio my story ... What story invraisembable!

After many phone calls to alert my relatives from the cancellation of my flight schedule, I recall the local customs office for news. No news :-( Wait, wait ... but how long? ... If I take something positive from this unfortunate experience is patience! I keep waiting ... I also want to take a few steps along this ancient fjord what became Lake Gander. ... It relaxes beautiful place ... And (in my case) almost!

By late afternoon, I get a call from a representative of the company, Mike, who tells me the end of my troubles! Phew! He proposes a meeting in my hotel this evening. Banco! Hope for a way out ... Hi Mike! we heading into the computer from the reception where he checked the new flight plan: Gander, Halifax, New York, Paris. Starting tomorrow, Friday night in Halifax, NYC transit all day (is there not an earlier flight for Paris ... I have the answer to this question later!), And arrived at Paris CDG Sunday morning ... Well, again: no choice! I asked if I would not worry about passing the U.S. Customs, and he replied casually: "If you have problems, call me, I'll leave my laptop!" Half reassured, I shall leave Mike and after a frugal dinner, goes to bed ... with the hope of getting out of this soon nightmare ...

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trial, plead guilty!

Awakened at 7:00 am, I decide to jog, to decompress! It's pouring, but it's so good! ... in wet, wet outside! Along the Trans Canada Highway for 3 km, I walk around with an admirable little lake, Cobb's pound (here they call it a pond: 3 km perimeter anyway!) And back to the hotel.
Soaked and tired and a little calmer ... A good shower, breakfast (a real one!) And he'll have to think about going to court.

But first we must "point" to the police station RCMP. So a taxi to take me there. A policeman I present a form where it indicates the time of my visit. I am signing.
I still have a little time before going to court and I think back to the cell guard who took me yesterday in a car in the hotel. It gives a helping hand in a souvenir shop run by his family and he personalizes gifts souvenirs by engraving on glass or wood (frame, pen holders, key). Can bring their own photos and burn them on different media. Classic but fun! So I bought some gifts for my loved ones (family and friends) on which I burn this fateful date of Aug. 15 in remembrance of the moral support they have given me in this event. For that I am forever grateful.

I then walked to the court which is only a few hundred meters away. I meet my lawyer, Ray and a pretty young reporter for CBC Radio, Jessica, who wants to interview me about my story. It would be the first person to have my story ... I told him that the deliberations had not yet taken place and I will answer his questions after the verdict.

few moments later Ray invited me to follow him in a courtroom, different from yesterday. Same scenario, once the judge penetrates into this place, everyone gets up (as in the pub, but not for the same reasons!). The hearing is open, everyone comes out a plea:
- federal and provincial prosecutors and support that load where it hurts (no easy job!). Yes, I am conscious of having been scared passengers and crew (... which I think would still have tried to communicate), and I regret sincerely
- the lawyer who runs my life thanks the evidence submitted by my daughter and my friends in office - 40 fax pages to say who I am! - Engineer in international companies, technical director in a company American, the New York marathon, finally a good guy in every respect (I Stop! ankles that swell!), but Ray does not forget to plead guilty (which entitles me to keep quiet!)
- and the judge sermon containing the charges against me, today announced the award definitely something: 10-year ban on Canadian territory and $ 32,000 fine (U.S. $ 22,000 for the airline and $ 10,000 CDN for the Canadian justice) .
And here the case is closed. Wrap it weighed! Disproportionality? Mismatch? Dear
paid anyway!
Some think not, but I invite them to spend 3 days in solitary and pay the fine in question, and I ask the question: "adding salt, do not you think ?!..."
I have a bitter taste in the head, a feeling of misunderstanding ... injustice ?!... a feeling of waste of time and energy. Finally, forgive you, Patrick, looking forward! It is done. Bounce ... Not easy because I lost a little of my strength! Go courage!

On leaving the courtroom, two customs officers want me to ask some questions. Well, yes, on arrival I went directly to box in prison, without stopping at customs box!
I sign some papers being prepared by the Registry and I then rejoin their offices at the airport. In the meantime, I found Jessica with her microphone and tape recorder, which invites me to tell him my story. The interview lasted about fifteen minutes and it tells me it will probably be tomorrow morning on CBC local news. I took leave of the blonde girl. And after retrieving my file with the Registry (... surprised to note that even the fine payable to the airline must be paid within 4 months - as the fine for the Canadian justice), I took a taxi to the airport ... The episode

local judiciary is now finished, it will have to consider returning to the fold! I am free, but certainly not completely free: my passport is still in the hands of Canadian authorities and my PC, PDA, Ecogyzer the hands of the RCMP ... Continued ...

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This night is really noisy. Prisoners talk to each other (in incomprehensible slang ...) through the small door of their cell door. I sense a certain excitement that is probably due in court when summoned by certain prisoners. The guards are silent ...
I wait quietly in the afternoon (it's long hours of waiting locked up, doing nothing ...) and a policeman came to me look in my cell. I collect shoes and jacket and this time round: innovation! I see myself dressed in a shiny pair of handcuffs, hands in front, before getting into the police car. Boom! It starts well! ... hello atmosphere! ...

arrived in court, again by the back door, this time there is television. A camera filming me falling within the court ... voila, the handcuffs, it might be for the media ?!... maybe not ?!... short!
Upon my arrival, Ray, my lawyer tells me that the airline's claim amounts to approximately U.S. $ 22,000 (the exact amount to the penny is not yet known) and the Canadian justice penalizing me for $ 10,000 Cdn to settle within 4 months (for the fine Canadian only). But "good" news, I could leave today cell before paying the money. Finally, the end of hell!

Before entering the courtroom, I am "stored" without shoes in a small cell ... a waiting room somewhat, but much less fun than the dentist! And then I discovered a young man of 18, excitedly, turning around in this small room, which looks like me the way to court. I sit quietly and we meet ... I understood then that I really am on the other side of the wall! ... not good, alas! He asks me what brings me here and I told him my story ... He laughs surprised to such treatment for such a reason ... He can almost hear a count for children ends badly! I understand his reaction because from the outside, my story may sound funny ... or laugh! Well, not me! In my turn, I would refer the question "but what you then do to be there?". There is already less funny ... He explains with an accent that makes me do it again from time to time, he pointed a gun a "coffee shop" with an accomplice and that he injured two people. But why? ... "For money!" he replied with disarming sincerity. Whaoo! While my story made him laugh, as his puzzled me. But what am I doing in this mess with this offender boosted between these four walls ?!...
He explains that he also went to the police himself because he was remorseful ... He faces two years in prison and he asked me: "well?" I answered him tit for tat: "No, but if you visited, it means that you can get out of it and started a family, work, travel" ... It comes to discussing religion, travel, learning Foreign language ... Finally, there really, I'm on another planet ...
By cons, a strange feeling crossed my mind then: the same side of the wall, you see people who are inside a different perspective ... Certainly no excuse for his action is serious and unacceptable, but understanding some extent and also the compassion ... I think I now understand what it means dignity for inmates ... Come on, we will resume. "

A policewoman comes to the door of the room and asked my roommate (... provisional and temporary) departure from the cell door and sit for it feared a violent reaction. What he does without being asked. She asks me to accompany him in the courtroom. Strangely, I 'have no right to any specific enforcement action (no handcuffs or chains). The atmosphere seems to subside ...
This time, the judge is now ... I confirmed what my lawyer and said that I am today released under supervision until tomorrow afternoon (day trial). Well OK! I thought the trial was today, Tuesday, well, no! ... I guess they get a taste (... at least not me), see you tomorrow! It announced the warmest I've heard the beginning of this nightmare: I'm going out! Yessss! ... So "watch" means that I'm logged in a hotel room (Ray is working to find a hotel "clean"!) Of 19h at 7am and I have to go "point" to the police that day. ..

Before leaving the RCMP to take my business, I'm back in the little room where the young thug is in turn called for his trial. In his case, he is entitled to the handcuffs. When he returned to the cell, he confirms his sentence: two years in prison ... When the ruling came down, his family was in tears in the courtroom. And I see him waving to the single tile armored door motioning to his accomplice who was in a cell across the hall, he took for 2 years. It did not seem to affect him more than that !!... At 18, the best years of a life! What a mess!

return to the RCMP: in the car with the young offender and handcuffed me (free) on the back of a police vehicle. The guards and a policeman makes me all my belongings, including what was missing in my bag except my PC, my PDA and module Ecogyzer confiscated the plane. They can keep these items until 30 days after the trial as evidence.

me Ray booked a room at Hotel Gander. A guard cell is my intention to take me in his personal vehicle. Nice! I run a good courage to other inmates and I rest my file without asking!
Outside it was raining a fine drizzle. Freedom is so valuable when it is private!

Gander Hotel: a luxury hotel located right on the Trans Canada Highway No. 1, overlooking Lake Gander. Here is the view from my room.

A bed, a real one! A shower! Finally I could breathe! ... A telephone: I'm going to announce the news of my leaving my loved ones ... Happiness to hear them! But it is already almost 19:00. Curfew !!... Go, good night (a real ... this time!)

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First day in court ... taste chains!

I'm starting to get my bearings and tired, that night I slept a little. I hope this Monday is my day off. This morning I got an appointment to the court where I am meeting my attorney (appointed by the court ...).
After a breakfast "with potatoes", a policeman took me out of my cabin (... in Canada! Okay, easy!) And asked me nicely to put my shoes and my jacket and follow up his police vehicle. I do it. A little air will do me good ... No luck, it's raining. What important after all! it is still not a tourist excursion! Just accompanied by a guard and a policeman, we went to court in Gander who's on the other side of town. We are 5 to 10 minutes.


No special measures taken against me (no handcuffs) and we pass through the entrance of the "artists". Sheriff's icy reception that I searched the body (... in case they had forgotten to take my weapon! ... Really!) Asked me to remove my jacket and put my knee on a chair that he leans against the wall. Strange request! ... But I understand now: I see him brandishing a chain connected by two handcuffs that cling to the feet while I'm on my knees on the chair. Shock effect guaranteed! Alcatraz and Guantanamo combined! While there, I'm beating down the good spirits!

Accompanied by a young female police officer, I try to walk with these weapons at the feet until the local lawyer who is about twenty meters away ... It's not very far, but across a public court with his feet shackled, I understand the plight of prisoners who must undergo such humiliation ... It's inhumane.
I go into this cramped location already counsel, Ray. Big man, courteous and affable, he greets me in French a "hello" and despite my chains, I take it as a salvation. A word in my tongue for nearly 2 days, it feels good ... Unfortunately, his French vocabulary stops a few polite words, he continues to explain in English the different options available to me.
pleads guilty or not guilty, here is the choice. Guilty and go out quickly (I hope with all my being) or not guilty and I'll return in a logical process that can last for weeks or months (no question). So the choice is lean, fast and I'm the decision: guilty! Ray tells me that in this case, given the burden against me (there have more than one: mischief), my fine would be in the range of approximately $ 30,000 (20 for the airline and 10 for the Canadian justice)! Wham! still a shock! but where will I find all this money? ... And when should I pay? ... Whether to pay to get out of this hole, then, I'm not out of the woods ... Chains to toe with $ 30,000 fine, you imagine the morale ... in the abyssal depths :-(

Counsel explains that in a few moments I spend in court (but the judge will be contacted by phone) and therefore, I should go to court tomorrow for a judge, prosecutors and lawyer decide on my case. Rechoc! it keeps not: I do not go out today, another day of jail! oh no!
At no time did he ask to hear my story ... I realized then that in deciding to plead guilty, I had a right: that of my tongue!
The interview lasted 10-15 minutes (no shows is no easy task!) In leaving I leave the details of my family and my partner so that the contacts as long as I am in cell I almost get the chance to join them.

With chains on my feet, I am escorted into a small cell in the courthouse waiting to go before the judge .. by phone ! The sheriff takes away the chains. Some time later, a policeman asked me to put my hands behind my back and hands me this time handcuffed and accompanied me in the courtroom. Within two hours ago, I tasted two "fun" novel (in my life ...) chains and handcuffs! That's a lot in one day. Too well! Objected to something in these circumstances: difficult, very difficult!

In the courtroom, woody with a portrait of the Queen ... Elizabeth (Commonwealth forces!) Above the judge's seat, removed the handcuffs me and I sit in place of the accused (armchair soft contrast to the conditions of detention ...). Before me, from behind, the federal and provincial prosecutors, my lawyer, and face a clerk. On the sides (... just in case!), An RCMP officer and a policeman "Sheriff team. Instead the judge, a telephone! The meeting starts

when you hear the judge asks some questions to prosecutors and then the lawyer. He informed the meeting that there will be another meeting tomorrow afternoon to decide whether my cell output and the penalty. All for it !?... Not terrible! Especially since I returned to my cabin for an extra day. Pas glop :-(

Back handcuffed in the small cell of the court. It makes me my jacket and my leadership resort RCMP accompanied by my guardian angels.
Rebelote, jacket and shoes removed, I returned to my cell and I feel as I start appropriating the place ... feeling weird and ambiguous!

On Monday afternoon, the guards offer me a shower ... fortunately not collective (beware sudden soap!) Waoh! happiness! Finally, I found part of my dignity. It allows me to change my clothes, taking clothes in my suitcase. I note at this point that a lot of things have gone: all my electronic devices (some Ecogyzer for the seminar, my watch joggers with GPS, battery chargers ...), and even a bottle of St Emilion Grand Cru 1993 that I planned as a gift for our partner in San Francisco). Well we'll see about that later!

Clean, I plunged back during long hours in my thoughts until night. I have trouble falling asleep ... I hope that tomorrow will be the last day in this place ...
Good night!

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A weekend in a cell.

Sunday! After that first night trying to sleep, pasty mouth, I take a look at the small squares that light up progressively opaque to light the day. I believe it was the worst night of my life. Uncomfortable (to say the least!), Noisy (the guardians have discussed much of the night), cold (the fan works but no temperature control, brrrr !)... finally up!
A frugal breakfast served to me by the lower hatch of the armored door (waoh! What the atmosphere), in an infamous box polyester style fast food: bacon and eggs with a max of "potatoes". It's funny I'm not very hungry. " Oh yes, orange juice, though!


In the morning, a police officer asks me to follow him into the small room on the telephone for a discussion with a lawyer, Michele who informed me that a conference call held this morning with the judge in charge of my case. Indeed, moments later, the judge advocate, the police officer and I are met by teleconference and I listen quietly (in these cases, I avoid the Zouave!) The charges against me. Only the judge involved in the post. In addition to the charge of "mischief" original, it adds two charges (go ahead, I back off!): Having a PC with GPS (the two were not related at all ) and another charge I have not really seized on the spot (another "deviltry" of the same genus). It also specifies that a court hearing is scheduled for tomorrow, Monday morning to confirm these charges. And voila ... The phone call lasted 5 minutes and I gather that I will stay at least one more day in this mess. So "Wait and See! .. rather then "Wait" for me ... The policeman took me

then in another room to move to a little more detailed procedures.
Firstly, fingerprints: it gives me the opportunity to express my artistic talent in me covering the two hands of black ink, after I carefully cleaned in case some grease and dust distorting racing results. Guided by a hand police, I apply the fingerprint of each finger, hand, the slice (left and right) on government forms ... It never ends!
Then fundus impression: quick, one goal: click clack! s it is in the box ...
Then photo session (only one): I stand behind a small panel which must be mentioned my name (I do not even read what is included, because I'm tired of this circus ...): reclic reclac!
And now we move to the questionnaire, not on what happened on the plane (he has obviously nothing to do ...), but on my signs and my vital individuals. Precisely, the officer asks me if I'm not a tattoo or other distinguishing feature of this kind. I would responds politely that I had passed the age of this type of decoration and it was rather reserved youth. "But do not believe that, my dear Môssieur" he replied, lifting the sleeve of his gray shirt, showing off and a nice tattoo of a sun Inca (... or Aztec, I dunno finally over). "My preteen son of wonder even to have one and I told him he would later ca" he continues proud of his work ... Ah, there! I feel that dialogue is established and communication significantly softens the ice melts ... (I confess that I should not be hot either!), it is a bit loose, Jeff (yes, it called Jeff, I read it on his uniform small label ... on the chest as cashiers in department stores ... is to welcome !)... but it is time to return to cell ... back to cell! In returning to

, I perceive my suitcase near the door and it reassures me ... In the night I'd do a film without imagining my suitcase landed its owner in San Francisco, considered suspect bags (I omitted the label with my contact information) so destroyed by the customs and clearance. Well, it's always AC recuperative ... Is there any there? ... I'll see about that later ...
brushing teeth later (brush and toothpaste sample kindly loaned by the establishment), I find myself sitting on the thin mattress and plastic I arm myself with patience to endure the passage of time. Thinking is the only thing that occupies the mind ... Not as landmarks in time (ah, if day, night ... thank you small opaque tiles!), No return of image (not of mirror), no possibility to write, nobody to talk to (the guards, other prisoners? .. but I barely understand them - it must be said that the focus of Newfoundland and Gander particularly, it sucks! - subsequently, a Canadian anglophone Toronto even told me she did not understand either - AC reassuring!), no reading (in any case not want to read "Salvation" !). I try to sleep, difficult with all these noises (guards, radio ads, slamming doors ...), I can not really ...

Without much hope, I asked the policeman who passes my cell if I can call my family and friends. Unexpected reaction (... because it's Sunday, maybe?), It gives me a few minutes with my own phone. A breath of fresh air, happiness raw emotion, in any case, a rise in morale, even if it does not change my status to shut ...
But I hope that tomorrow I would go out after crossing the court. They understood that I was not a dangerous character.

And here another day spent in jail ... A hole Sunday to :-(

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I am therefore led directly to cell in a 4x4 Canadian Mounted Police (... finished horses and beautiful red dress ... that that's folklore!). The trip lasts only a few minutes because the buildings of the RCMP (Royal Canadian Police Mounteer) are located near the airport. ... Enter Artist and suspects through small door at the rear of the building.

courteous Home Guards cells. refouillés the body, they ask me to remove my jacket, my belt (in case my ...!), watch my shoes and up my marriage (the first time in 29 years of marriage - rechoc :-( Devoid of any personal item, I am invited to "settle" in cell No. 1, alone with my thoughts . While there, a breath of cockroach guaranteed!

When the armored door closes behind me in a deafening din (... I realized later that there was a quack in the closure ), I find myself face to face with myself in this cell 3x3m. Sinister "studio," the judge little, freshly painted cinder block walls in white, pale white light with a neon well protected 60cm concrete ledge that will serve me a seat and bed covers with 2 thick ripstop fabric, a plastic mattress 5cm thick, which makes the place more "comfortable", a sink coupled to a cuvette Aluminum as a toilet, 6 small panes opaque on top of a wall to see if it is day or night (only way to detect in time) and a beautiful dark blue armored door with a window and a vertical hatch horizontal bottom plate by way passes. On the ceiling, some technical equipment and protected a large grid of ventilation. All in a state of perfect cleanliness. And fortunately it is summer, it seems that winter there is freezing cold ...

So I sit on what will be my seat and bed during those three interminable days and I start to think. I replay the scene indefinitely, this trip to Paris aboard the Boston ... But what I'm doing so so wrong to find myself trapped in this place? ... I come to pinch myself to make sure it's not a bad dream.
I still think about that moment that I should get out of here fast enough (1 or 2 days) and I could go to San Francisco this week ...
And here I am learning to be patient (at least for this test used for something). A guard offered me reading: Salvation (yes, really!), Reader Digest and the Herald (a local magazine). I take these few books and places them next to me on the edge of concrete, I really did not have the heart to read anything ...

After several hours of waiting, a policeman comes I propose to call a lawyer and the Embassy of France. It takes me a little room where there is a telephone on a table, a chair and a camera in the ceiling. The court-appointed lawyer is reassuring: "Your story is not unusual, it happens 3-4 times a year but usually with people drunk. Say that a few days of jail and a $ 500 fine, your case will be filed. "Well, I'd be leaving soon and this seems reasonable." Tomorrow, Sunday, you will participate in a conference call with the judge to you mean that you spend in court Monday. "Ah, so the weekend in jail ... is not that great ... M'enfin, I not only ... All kidding me up a bit morale because I can already see the end of the tunnel ... then
I call the Embassy of France in Montreal but now I come across a guard (yes, we are the weekend) which gives me a Mobile phone number of a consul. This one inquired whether I am treated well (I reassured him on this point) and he confirms that the French authorities may not interfere in internal affairs (thank you ... it very useful to me!).

Back in cells accompanied by my guardian angel ... Back to hell! When I hear that this armored door closes behind me in a hellish din, pffouuh ... Moral to the 3rd basement.
few hours after I try a request to contact my family and my loved ones: given! Yessss! Rebelote in the small room and there I have to write on a sheet of paper every No. I want to dial. So then, when I hear my family, it's pure happiness, emotion bars. I told them what a mess I got myself and asked them not to worry: I'm treated well and I should be out soon.
As I had no phone with me, I was handicapped to remember some No. to call my friends (at home, given the time!) - AC technology is good, but it's really not terrible memory. It's hard to live without our hearing that our agendas are e ... Finally, I manage to alert colleagues and friends of the bureau that my trip to San Francisco is likely to compromise ... Come on, I believe a little! And I
back in my "studio" ... Clack, make the door :-(

Night falls (thank you little opaque tiles) and I decided to try to sleep. I lie on the end "mattresses" and focus on my position in order not to fall this edge. First night in jail (in my life ...) and I do not want to sleep ... my thoughts assail me: but what I do in that galley ?!... Good night!

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Newfoundland ... San Francisco farewell :-(

Without any warning especially to me, the captain decided to divert the plane to Newfoundland. While I am absorbed in my reading, I hear a voice English (of race!) from the hallway ask if I am Patrick Minot. I turn my head and then crosses the inquisitive eyes of a policeman fully equipped (flak vest, weapon, baton, ...) asking me to follow ... Two (maybe three ...) police officers are standing in the hallway and expect my reaction ... Dumbfounded, I replied in the affirmative and therefore am performing in stride, thinking that my paranoid scenario is now unfolding. Staging Kafka! Actor: my apple! AC is all the same weird to see off the plane by Canadian mounted police in full view of my neighbors probably relieved of siege and the crew (they have the sacrament for pinball get there anyway). Watched by more than a hundred pairs of eyes interrogators from other passengers who were well ask what happens, I read so very meekly these officers but in shock. Shame!

On the tarmac, several vehicles are parked at the foot of the plane (police, customs ...) and then the nightmare accelerates: hands on the vehicle, body search, the officer got out previously the plane told me that I'm under arrest ("You are under arrest" - as on TV, except that here I am on the other side of the screen ...) Re shocked! Guaranteed Stress! (not possible, I'm dreaming! Well, no!) He asks me if I want to contact a lawyer positive return on my part. And he told me the burden faced against me, "mischief" (on the dictionary, is translated as "mischief"!). It enunciation my rights ... I do not understand the whole ... After having made me recognize my 3 electronic devices: the PC, the module and the PDA, it tells me I'll go directly to cell without passing through the square ...
I'm taken, very politely, in a cell or I'll spend 3 days endless. Hello ... Goodbye San Francisco Gander!

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board American Airlines flight from Paris - Boston, I make some tests flight (attaching a module and a PDA on each arm with the aid of putty - you know the little yellow paste that is used to paste posters in the children's room). Incidentally, it should not be confused armrest and body! Passengers

U.S. certainly frightened by my actions, insidiously warn the crew does not fail to ask me to put my equipment on two occasions (that I run unopposed each time). After having seized the PDA that runs the software, a crew removes, unbeknownst to me (while I'm in the bathroom), the module attached to the armrest. I ask my neighbor located two seats from me (the young American who denounced all my doings) that took my module and I learn that it is a steward. Then I think they will make me my two aircraft on arrival in Boston, wiping a good sermon. It remains for me to read a magazine and to speculate on the work ahead of me in San Francisco. Thus, shortly after I took out my laptop to work on the seminar which will take place. Very quickly, I am approached by a hostess who asked me to give my PC. Surprised by this request, I asked why because to my knowledge, it is not forbidden to use a PC in flight. Without insisting, I gave him my tool work. It's still weird that hard to bite me my devices ... A hostess

announcement through the speakers that the plane will be diverted to Canada for a reason of failure electron Boston. Never imagined the scenario that will happen, I immediately think of my correspondence to San Francisco ... Provided we do not stay too long baffled because I had a few hours in transit. The space of a flash, the idea crossed my paranoid (not as many at the end) I am the cause of this diversion ... No no, I will not go into this psychosis ... OK me they confiscated my devices (including my PC) but do when not even pinball for that! ... You'll see my man ... Absorbed in my reading, we land in Gander, Newfoundland ...

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