天橋下滑一跤

Time: 27 Mar 2010

Location: London ColnBrook

Lately, I found that memory was being lost as I tried to move on in Taiwan. Some snaps of the story are fairly vague. Some of them can be pictured if I work hard on brain mining. On the other hand, some remain uncertain. Nevertheless, the little I know about day 3 is that whole situation wasn’t only just going wrong but also pushing up to my limit. Pretty much the most unforgettable part of it.

Everyone’s waiting for the order from immigration after I’d decided not to board the flight. No one knows what exactly to do with me or where to put me in the night. It’s acceptable to me if an immigration officer leaves an unwanted tourist alone at airport on the Saturday night. This assumption comes from the well-spread bad reputation of English officials. Finally, a van was sent out and about one hour later, another arrested and I arrived at a detention center around Heathrow Airport. This black guy who sits facing to me looks like a normal 20-something British in nice party outfit, his face appeared a lightly sorrow. What I’d learned from the past told me, when a normal man appears in this kind of place, what had brought him here must be anything but normal! An unusual tension was formed in the air.

All the good manner’s gone beyond the heart-sinking metallic gate. It’s tall, thick and super heavy. When it opens, it goes in slow motion. I’m sure there’s a probability, only Transformer or Ironman are able to break it through. The check up and examination process took like forever, making me feel the security code here is much higher than elsewhere. The administration got short-tempered, security guys were tougher. I was totally exhausted after two sleepless days, and looking forward to my room. I also needed to take a shower above all.

As a guy’s leading me to the room, which was located in somewhere we had to pass through a dozen of locked door. I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of people they lock up there. So I asked, then the answer shocked my whole internal world, because this is where they restrain DRUG ADDICT. Then what I saw the next is exactly same as you can see on movie. That kind of room has toilet and bed next to each other, way too tiny to have shower room, so the shower faucet is right up on the ceiling, if you press a button on the top of toilet, the water will come over on you. The mirror is replaced by reflecting material for safety reason. Meal will be delivered to the room on time. Try to imagine a drug addict can hardly leave their ward during the whole sentence, which is as I know about 6 months. I was thinking to warn all my friends not to take drug, for a fragmental excitement, THIS definitely cost much more than that.

(to be continued...)