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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