English version of: My trip to the USA or: passport controls are so annoying...

It seems like the only people reading my blog are english-speaking, so from now on I will write most of the posts in english. First of all, the english version of one of my previous posts. It’s a little longer and the end is a little different but so what:

Anyone who visited the USA in the last few years, will surely know about all these security checks and above all the passport control…
After 8 hours in a plane (don’t forget the hours of waiting for the corresponding flight at CDG-Airport in Paris) and without a minute of sleeping I finally arrived at Philadelphia International Airport, where my friend Sarah and her family had already been waiting for one hour because my plane had been delayed. Okay, I thought, just quick through the passport control and finally, FINALLY there. But no. I was already pretty pissed off because of a baby in the plane that had screamed PERMANENTLY for the last hour of the flight and then I came into a big room with a low ceiling in which somehow everything happened to be grey – the ceiling was grey, the walls were grey and the floor was grey with filthy yellow dots on it. Lovely, to begin with…
The room was crowded and I went to a line like: Ok, I’m gonna wait for another 15 minutes, that’ll be ok. Then I decided for the line next to me because it seemed to be shorter. Big mistake. The people in my previous line were a lot faster through the control and I had moved forward like a meter…and it just didn’t go on.
I was waiting and waiting, at the edge of crying because of exhaustion. After a while some people sat down on the floor and I did so, too. I began to read and from time to time I moved a centimetre forward in the line. After like and hour (what seemed to me like an eternity) it was FINALLY my turn and I was interrogated by an unfriendly officer:

(looks at my friend’s address, which I wrote on this green piece of paper I had to fill out in the plane)
“Have you been to the USA before?”
“No.”
“How do you know these people?”
“I met them on a holiday long ago.”
“Did you bring food?”
“Um…I’m not sure.”
“You’re not sure if you brought food?”
“Well, I brought candy if you count that as food…”
(totally unfriendly) “Did you bring food, Madam, or not?”
“CANDY if that counts.”
(unfriendly murmur)
“Please put your finger on this.”

Then two fingerprints and a picture were taken (I bet everybody looks so annoyed and stupid on these pictures) and then I was free to go.
My suitcase was in the baggage room, so I grabbed it and literally ran to the exit where Sarah and her family where waiting for me with a big teddybear with balloons around his belly…
(later they told me that everybody coming out of these doors had the same relieved expression on their face…)
Sarah's House:


So this was my first impression of the USA. But then we drove to my friend’s house and everything was so cute and neat and so TYPICALLY american (just like in the movies) and everybody was nice to me and I could finally take a shower…
After 24 hours without any sleep it was kinda hard for me to concentrate on the american accent and I was pretty happy to lay down and just let go – I didn’t even care about the bright light and two people chatting right next to me, I just fell down and fell asleep promptly.On the next day, they gave a big barbecue for me and family members and friends came there to say hi to me, so I forgot about the exhausting first day…