The police at the door
Friday, March 5, 2010 @ 11:48 AM
There I was happily working away when what seemed to be a very big knock at the door interrupted my concentration.
I opened the door only to find a policeman standing there.
At this point all sorts of things go through your mind in quick succession:
- What have I done wrong now?
- Where are you taking me?
- Has someone died?
- Why do you look so scary?
- Please don't hurt me.
But I really didn't have anything to worry about. He thought I was still the president here and he was after the contact details of one of the owners who wants to sell his property. My hand was still shaking whilst writing down the details for him.
It's a bit like going through customs crossing from Gibraltar into Spain. Even though you know you're not carrying anything that you need to declare you still feel like you have to put on a forced "not guilty" face. It does usually work too.
Last night I was with a friend in Gib and on my way home the Guardia Civil had created one of their usual, threatening, road blocks, blocking an entire dual carriageway. They stand there with machine guns stopping everyone and it is frightening. I was lucky last night, I put on my now perfected "not guilty" face and they waved me through. Phew.
But why I am worried? I haven't done anything wrong anyway!