Disavventura per Deborah De Luca, la nota di dj napoletana che venerdì scorso doveva essere ospitata da un locale negli Stati Uniti e, invece, è rimasta bloccata all’aeroporto di Chicago a causa di alcuni problemi riscontati con il ‘visto’. La storia è piena di dettagli, anche se la Disc Jockey ha più volte evidenziato la sua amarezza per il trattamento che le è stato riserbato.
Il post e la spiegazione di Deborah De Luca
Vi spiego perché ho dovuto cancellare i party di Chicago, Los Angeles, Montreal…In my life I’m usually IRONIC in pretty much everything that happens to me , work or what have you, but this time I want to tell you about what happened to me in America , Chicago, On Friday night to be exact, I feel like it was in part my error but either way I arrived in Chicago 7 PM and used a tourist visa to enter as opposed to a working visa – that’s my fault not because of monetary problems I did it this was because it was the quickest way To get in US , although after doing this I’d rather cut my leg off instead of miss playing for a night. I hate letting people down of course, knowing the work and marketing it involves to get me playing. Once I arrived to Chicago, one of the policeman recognized me and minutes I was brought into an office where I was held for about five hours and I wasn’t told what was happening. Every time I asked a question or for any information they would say five more minutes , hours would pass and nothing. Around 1am One of the policeman calls me and says look .. I love music and for this I would help you, I know who you are and what you do, I don’t want to get you into too much trouble however you can’t come into the United States , what we’ll do is we will give you a room where you can rest before your next flight. Me sincerely I felt alleviated since five hours had passed plus the time on the flight that I was able to get a room to rest. In reality this room that he had promised was a holding cell ,for 22 hours they held me hours where I was frozen; the type of room where you would hang frozen meats in. In reality I can’t even explain the cold that I experienced, I even got a really high fever. They removed my shoes, I only had jeans and a tank topNot even a jacket. This cell had super white lights like a butcher shop, there were very thin mattresses like plastic ,no sheets or blankets. The only thing that I was able to cover myself with was this yellow bag filled with toilet paper that work does an insulant. There was a toilet that I had to use in front of another person. They gave us a bottle of water and two times a day they gave us boxed food, one was meat and another was oatmeal which I don’t even like but I had to nourish myself. I experienced the worst hours of my life and I’ve had various problems in the past – I’ve been stopped in Syria or Dubai but never have I been treated this way. I couldn’t shower, I couldn’t wash myself, they didn’t let me call home they suggested someone else would call home and you think I would’ve let somebody speak English calling my mother explaining to them what was happening? I said absolutely not.. I wanted to explain myself to all of you as to why I was unable to perform. They wouldn’t even let me go to Montreal I was only allowed to get on a flight to land in Frankfurt to Naples were a police officer was able to escort me out.
Publiée par Deborah De Luca sur Lundi 22 juillet 2019
