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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