So I'm a Moroccan human being who tried to go Vatican on Halloween, to party with a couple of friends. The bouncer asked for my ID. Apparently the resident permit issued by the Finnish police is not enough to prove that you are about 18 (Im in my mid-twenties, not that I look anywhere near 18 anyway..). He said i need my passport. Luckily I had it, I gave it to him, he analyzed it for like 20 seconds. At this point, I should normally be in. But no, he needed another reason not to let an arab looking guy pass in. And then this magical idea that my Air Max 90 shoes do not fit in. Sadly enough, I saw so many guys with the same shoes going in and out. I said "LOOK! the guy who just got it has very similar shoes". PLUS, it was holloween for god's sake, I mean people were dressed in Gorilla-looking-feet shoes, so dress code was nothing but another funny failure from theirs to support my point. Anyways, I was talking to a wall who clearly decided before hand that I shall NOT party there, because hey who knows, maybe I am carrying a tank full of missiles in my pocket, and I was going to murder everyone. DUH..We just left with signs of incredulity encompassing our innocent-looking figures. But hey, know what? I went to another club and I had an amazing night. So yeah, suck on it. read more