Emnition

I'm in an airport. I believe it's supposed to be London. I'm going through the security checks right now. I walk through an area, unsure of where exactly to go. There are barely any people. There's different checks for citizens of different countries. I'm not to sure which one is for EU citizens. In my mind I have a British passport. I finally pick where to go and am submitted to another check. I realise then that I need my passport for this check, which is in my bag. I rummage through the pockets of my clothing, pretending to be looking for it, when a display shows that they already have my passport. I am asked to sit off to the side with a white, male security employee. Of course I am. I always am. I lay down on something. I feel as if I'm at a psychologist on the couch. The guy starts talking and asking me questions. He explains that they're just gonna check if I'm really the person who I claim to be. He starts with my birthdate. "So your birthday is on the 20th of December?". No it's not. I give him my real birthdate. I realise this is a check. Why not just take my fingerprints? He continues talking to me and I reply. They're stupid questions and I realise it's more about how nervous I react to being interviewed than anything else. I stay calm, as I'm totally legit. He's carefully paying attention to my speech and asks me to speak up and be really loud. I reply along the lines of: ah of course, if I speak louder you can more easily hear the trembling and such in my voice. I have half a mind to continue talking softly. My explanation for my soft talking would be that I've lived in Indonesia, where people talk softly.