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“It is as it is, Ma!” There is probably not a fragment of a sentence that shook me more than this. A few years ago, my then teenage son shared a revolting experience.
A policeman had followed him all along on his way back home from school. At a road juncture, the policeman intercepted him and harshly asked him to lean against a fence, to put down his backpack, to lift his arms and spread his legs.
After having subjected him to a full body search, he opened his bag, throwing at him: “Quite heavy this bag! What’s in there?”, only to look at him in a mixture of surprise, disappointment (…)