… I got back from London this morning. About the city; it is astonishing and wherever you go you can see that it used to be the capital of the biggest empire the world has ever seen. But this is none of our concern now as you can find the information in any tourist guide…How do the westerners look at us when we cross their border? On my way back I had to step on Dutch soil again at the Eindhoven airport. In front of me lay people from all four corners of the world; Africans, Indians, Asians and Europeans from each country of the Union. Not far away a group of Brits. Let’s just say they belonged to the type of people that “achieved a lot in their life and they had high expectations from it”. Middle aged guys sitting in 5 degrees of cold in their sleeveless shirts, with chipped teeth, long hair or beards and a couple of tattoos on their shoulders. In this important stage of their lives when others are taking care of their families, they came to the Netherlands laughing and acting like 15 year old teenagers. Let’s just guess what they wanted. A couple of joints and hookers from Amsterdam. Logical. So a beautiful coat-of-arms decorates the passport of the bloke, which lets you know that he comes from her Majesties the Queen Mom’s land. The Dutch border-officer smiles, checks their passport and lets them through. Then the African, Indian and Asian guys follow. The guy once again smiles and checks their photos. And then we follow with Sorin. About our appearance: snickers on our feet, jeans and a spring jacket. No tattoos or piercing on our faces, but the troublesome tiny red booklet in our pockets. I decently give my passport to the officer with my Dutch residence permit (which is only required for Romanians and Bulgarians) so not to have any problems. And his reaction follows. No big deal or fight. Just that the smile fades away from his face, he thoroughly goes through your passport (although the residence permit clearly states that you live in his country for academic reasons) then he types something in a computer and scans it with a UV light with the same indifferent face…. I have to choices. I could kindly smile, so that he realizes that I’m better mannered than he is, or with the same indifferent face I take my passport. I’m fed up with all the useless smiles. I take my passport, stare at him and leave without saying goodbye. The asshole. So let me get this straight. In front of me he lets through a group of junkies with a smile; he does the same with all the other guys and then in two minutes he makes me feel like shit? And then we the new EU members should smile, be humble and feel humiliated? Second, third ranked….last ones on the list? I have nothing against the EU. I see many advantages in it, but I’m sick of this behavior. SO the Moroccan guy born in France is more European than me, whose ancestors defended Europe from the Turkish and Mongol invasions?
These last lines are filled with anger. Maybe I generalize too much, but let’s end this servant and humble behavior and the Romanian border-officers should stop with the ass-licking. At the border control they stare at you? Raze your head and don’t even bother looking at them…After a while one gets tired of it and maybe they will to.
17th of April 2008 Utrecht