Today we are going to witness in the court as the household. When I say household, I mean modern home: Me Turkish, him English and his partly Chinese son. The person we will testify is from a neighboring country. I am content to say this much in the name of protecting personal information.
We go through security first in the court. When the officer point out the water in my bag, I think I should drink it at once as at the airport security. But it’s not, he says, ‘take a sip.’ It was to test the contents so it seems.
When I see the people with the cabin size luggages in the corridors, the airport sensation comes again. Of course I realize this is a modern way of carrying heavy case files. Some lawyers are well suited to being in suits and backpacks though.
Immigration hearings are being hold on a separate floor. We are taken in after a long wait. I take a good look at the room. There are no flags. There are tables, chairs and water in the tables perhaps just for these hot days. As a symbol of the country, the royal emblem of lion and unicorn is hanged on the wall.
The judge is a nice woman, her attitude is elegant, her way of talk is attentive. First of all, she thanks us sincerely for attending. Then she asks us if any one wants to go to the toilet. Very odd. She says to the respondent that some personal questions will be asked because the case concerns private life, however this is necessary in order to make a decision. She listens everyone carefully, takes notes, and eventually she explains that she will thoroughly review the case and decide a verdict within 3 weeks.
One may almost believe in justice for a moment.