Florian Breitenbach

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Border Security

June 2011

My flight from Toronto to San Francisco was uneventful, except for the border security.

Arriving in the US, I presented my passport and was greeted not with a smile, but a with an onslaught of questions in rapid succession, which I managed to answer in a fairly timely manner.

Border Control: “Where have you come from?”

Me: Canada

BC: “Why are you here?”

Me: Pleasure

BC: “Where will you be staying?”

Me: Hotel X

BC: “What is your occupation?”

Me: Paramedic

And with that, whether he had run out of questions or was happy to have a travelling paramedic in front of him, he wished me a good day and I was on my merry way in to ‘Cisco.

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