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To: TobagoJack who wrote (131176)	3/1/2017 4:59:02 AM
From: elmatador	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 217516

Italy was the most offensive encounter in my 34 years of world travel. Till 1987, I had never flown to or through Italy. As I wanted the first flight out of Nigeria I took Alitalia. But needed a transit of 10 hours in Rome. My friends told me. Just take the free airport bus to Rome, enjoy the day and come back for your flight to Munich. My carry on was only a small back pack and at passport control, the young asked purpose of visit. I told him. Transit. Would visit the city and would come back 5PM for my forward flight. Coming from? Nigeria. I work there, was my answer. The guy said nothing. Came out of the box, demanded my back pack, a very small one. I found that strange but he is the authority. I gave my backpack to him. He emptied the contents right on the floor!!! I remember like it was today. A pack of Rothmanns cigarettes, a lighter, a bank card, an Eurocheque book. A book. A Yellow fever certificate and book of notes. plus a camera He stuck his hand into the other pockets of the bag and look inside them. He look at the contents on the floor. Stood up and told me to follow him. I put the contents back inside the bag. Looked around. Everybody was looking to me eyes wide open and in silent. Told me to seat and wait outside a room. I did. He left. 10 minutes passed. Comes a older officer out with my passport. Asked: Is this your passport? Yes. Why are you seating here? I don't know, you need to ask the officer in that passport booth there. He took the passport and told me to wait here. He handed me my passport over to me and told me I was free to go. I asked: what was this all about officer? He shrugged putting his plans of the hands up, Like saying: I have no idea. To this day, the only thing I can come up to justify his actions was: 1) found a name and a photo on the blacklist and thought my photo look like the guy and he was looking for a second passport on my back pack. 2) Or he thought me a Brazilian coming from Nigeria suspicious and thought I was carrying some stuff into Italy. In both cases, he flopped and had no way to escape and told me to follow to the area out of the passport control. I will never ever put my feet in Italy.