In April 2008, my wife and I decided to fly to Vancouver, Canada, at the invitation of our friends. We waited for one month to obtain a visitor visa. We left our children in the care of their grandparents and nannies, and at the end of March, we flew to British Columbia, via Frankfurt with Lufthansa.
The flight was long, lasting 11.5 hours, but quite comfortable. During the landing, we noticed a group of Canadian schoolchildren with their teacher, around 20 people, who were returning from a trip to Europe. The children seemed very well-behaved, composed, and direct. They settled not only in their seats but also on the floor.
Upon exiting the jet bridge at Vancouver airport, we were stopped by a female immigration officer accompanied by another official. She carefully examined our documents and asked some obvious questions. The feeling was not pleasant.
