Flight DF656 Has deployed the landing. It was a long flight in a huge Airbus aircraft; the A380.

At 13.52p.m., my plane lands at Dulles International Airport. I'm a little nauseous, because of the nerves. In well an hour, I'll be face to face with the President of the United States. It is busy here, logical of course but not more than expected. The customs officers look strict, yet for me the control is not much. On to the baggage carousel. Of course my suitcase comes across the band as one of the last. At the exit there are a number of people waving nameplates, so I decide to walk that way.

Two men immediately notice me, both with sunglasses and a dark suit. Both gentlemen don't have a sign but one of them has an earpiece in and constantly looks around. All of a sudden, the man steps towards me. Now I also knew why I had to send a photo. “Welcome to the United States sir, did you have a nice flight? You may follow me please”. Gosh, I enjoyed this, for a moment you feel a little more important than usual, while I'm just coming to interview the American President.

Unnoticed the other gentleman has disappeared but soon a Limo is hit with both a Dutch and an American flag on the fenders. “Then that will be the driver of course” I concluded. And indeed, he gets out, puts my luggage in the trunk and keeps the rear door open for me, “Sir” he says in a correct tone, to which I answer “Thank you Sir”. It's awkward, and I'm feeling pretty uncomfortable, too.

Under police escort, we are driven to the White House and through the blinded windows I look out, fortunately looking inside from the outside is not possible. Along the road, I see a woman with old worn Nike pants and a messy bomber jacket grabbing into a trash can. A little embarrassed I then look at the crystal Champagne glasses which hang neatly in the notches of the mahogany table. Just before 15.00h we make a sharp turn and drive up the impressive driveway of an even more impressive building. We have arrived.

In the distance I see a small, set man standing. It falls in the middle of the giant white plastered pillars. Normally, I wouldn't even have seen him. But because of his striking red tie, also in combination with his orange hair, face and hands, you couldn't overlook it. When the vehicle comes to a standstill, Mr. President himself opens my rear door and I get out. He's sticking out his right hand, and I'm just gonna keep staring at it a little too long. “Mmm, he probably can't play the piano well” I thought. Soon I'll look at him before he notices I'm staring at his fingers. “Welcome sir, nice to have you” he says while he gives me a pat on the back, which turns into a powerful push to direct me in the right direction. “Melania has been waiting for you to meet her”...

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