Crossing borders: The U.S. of A

Prior to flying to the States I’d been treated to all sorts of horror stories relating to the U.S. immigration. Known for being unjust, lacking in a sense of humour and overly rigorous with all foreign and domestic passengers I was apprehensive about my first encounter with border control.

Peppered around the immigration were police and airport security. All looked menacing in their dark navy blue uniforms with pistol by their side. Playing in the background on a dozen screens was a video montage promoting the stone cold efficiency of the border patrol. Riddled with large dangerous guns the film showed the cops take down terrorists, criminals and violators.  I stood and watched as the real life patrolling officers barked orders at my fellow aliens.

I was in an English speaking country and I was segregated and treated as a foreigner, that was a bizarre concept to me.

Sorry, someone is sitting there!

A few weeks ago I went to the cinema in Jangsan, Haeundae. Practically everything I enjoy about the cinema was there. Movie posters, old and new, selling their films to a world ready to be taken out of the everyday world for a gifted moment or two. There was the almost tangible feeling of the alluring anticipation of seeing a film on the big screen. Then sitting in your seat just in time to catch the trailers of future films, designed to do nothing more than entice you back to the cinema. Finally, being lost (hopefully) in a world that the director is trying to portray. All parts of the cinema magic were to be found in that typical Korean cinema.

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