A short conversation between me and an Egyptian officer at Cairo Airport. He glances at my passport and then …
Officer: Your nationality?
Me: I’m British
Officer: Your original nationality?
Me: British
Officer: (getting angry) No your original?
Me: (Thinking ‘what?’) I’m British
Officer: Your parents nationality?
Me: British ( And why is this relevant?)
Officer: Your grandparents?
Me: BRITISH
Officer: NO your original?
Me: (Aah I get it – I give up) Indian
Officer: Khalaas
…
Born and Bred in Britian, why can’t I be British? Is it because my skin isn’t white, or is it because I am a Muslim? I don’t act, dress, talk like and Indian and yes, I do cook mostly Indian food but come on, my favourite meal is fish fingers, chips, mushpeas and beans!
…
And then as we are leaving the airport this guy comes up to us, ‘What’s your nationality?’ … `Ermm we are British’ … With anger he then says: ’Me got American Passport but me Egyptian’ with an ironic smile. People like that are just best ignored.
Thus from now on, my husband just says we are from India, at least it gives us 5x cheaper rates
. Huh.