Mauvais timing
By noask - 30/06/2016 22:09 - France - Nancy
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By noask - 30/06/2016 22:09 - France - Nancy
By Desireless - 30/06/2016 21:46 - France - Annoeullin
Bonjour, je suis l'auteur de la VDM. Merci de l'avoir validée, ça m'a rendu fier. Je viens apporter des précisions sur ce qui s'est réellement passé. Tout d'abord c'était en 2013, nous n'avions pas de passeport, juste nos cartes d'identité. C'était mon premier voyage en avion, à destination de Rome. Cela fait de très nombreuses années que nous n'avons plus le même nom, et jamais nous n'aurions pu imaginer que ce détail puisse poser problème. Nos valises avaient été enregistrées, c'est au moment d'embarquer que le problème est survenu. Ma mère venait de passer devant moi, et arrivé à mon tour le contrôleur m'a demandé où étaient mes parents, j'ai donc désigné ma mère et là on nous a demandé de prouver que c'était bien ma mère. Mais on n'avait pas le livret de famille et donc rien pour prouver. Les contrôleurs ont bel et bien suggéré d'appeler mon père mais il est décédé en 2010. Finalement on est resté sur le côté un moment (non ma mère n'est évidemment pas partie sans moi), puis ils ont fini par nous laisser passer (sûrement parce que les valises, elles, étaient déjà parties). Et croyez moi, ce jour-là on n'était pas fier du tout, et depuis, même majeur, on prend toujours le livret de famille avec nous.