Crossing the border from academia to industry is one thing. Crossing international borders on a daily basis to do so is quite another. I live in France and work mainly in France but also have several meetings a week in Switzerland. Even when I’m working on the French site I cut through Switzerland to get from where I live to where I work. So, on any working day I pass through customs at least 4 times…. with a Spanish license plate. I have discovered that this automatically makes me a suspect ETA terrorist or a drug dealer. Today, it seems that the guard who stopped me remembered me from a previous occasion.
Guard: “So, still the same car eh?”
Me: “Yes, I’m saving up for an Aston Martin - until then I’m sticking with the Hyundai” (What did he expect me to say? Besides, it’s the license plate that’s the problem and not the car.)
Guard: “Please park in that bay over there and prepare your passport and vehicle documents for inspection”
Me: “They’re the same ones I showed you last time!”
The guard then said something that sounded quite ominous but my French wasn’t quite up to getting the full gist of it.
Me: “If I say sorry can I get on to work?… I have an eight O’clock meeting”
Guard: “No”
Time I arrived at work: 08:30
I really must get around to changing my license plate.