I thought England was different but it doesn't matter the passport police are bored everywhere. They are looking for excitement. They are 'chomping at the bit' to come in contact with a terrorist or someone psychotic will do. Or someone who gives out too much information. I've been told this all my life. "No one needs to hear all that extra information you are impulsed to give out." Several people have told me this but it doesn't stop me. I keep talking.
So I start rambling about the Turkish gov. and my dilemma. "Are you on drugs?" The official asks me. "I wish I say." It was all over with. I was taken to a room where some people looked as if they had been there for days. I was then scrutinized and interrogated. I was asked if I was on medication at least 20 times and I'm not exaggerating. They brought a psychologist in to test me. She was the first one with a sense of humor. After that it wasn't too long before I was released. They suddenly had more serious problems to deal with. A woman from Africa was having a mental breakdown. I recognized the symptoms since I've had them myself.
Anyway, they decided it all a big joke to have kept me. Ha Ha I was kept for over three hours! Now I really need some drugs. Fortunately, there are lots of wine shops. I stop off and get a bottle before I head to my niece's.
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