Papers please

Rotterdam -  After having watched the (probably) illegal workers going off in the dark and after having said goodbeye to Arthur, I start to explore the quarter by car. Within short a police bus is following me. I fasten my safety belt I keep driving in my slow pace the one way street after the other one way street. Then I take a wrong turn. Immediately the police car goes in front of me and gives me the stop signal. Papers please.
Lino Hellings – Migrationpapa