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Firstly, the phones will be collected forcefully from every immigrants immediately after alighting from the ship. Foul languages were uttered at us. Although,we understand none, but for the reply of the search and rescue team towards us, it was clear that the officers meant no good for us. " muoversi più vicino, muoversi più vicino" the red face, plump and seven feet tall in Black police jacket clutches his polish stick towards me. At first, I thought he would be friendly but his red face keeps going reddish, waggling his stick as if to beat me, then I knew something was wrong. One of the rescue team from behind me replied the man but I couldn't understand what he said. We qeued on a line, strolling with a face of guilt like hardened criminals stranded of weapon in the face of the enemy. All memories of hilarity displayed by us enroute to the sea shore has vanished from our face. Now that we have reached the destination, our faith of becoming a citizen in another man's land becomes unannotated. We were told to move forward one after the other for searching and medical checkup. We crossed from the ship to the other side walking on a six feet long iron bridge. On the other side, three men in a layer of scrubs, rubber boots, an impermeable Tyvek suit and hood, a respirator and googles were giving a medical checkup to the immigrants.