I was coming home to the middle east from Paris for my winter vacations. I had to make a stop over in Milan. My dad had told me that I wouldn't need a visa since this was just a stop over for a couple of hours... To make sure, I'd gone to the Italian embassy in Paris and they'd told me the same thing.

So I get off at Milan and here starts the drama....I'm asked for my visa... and I'm like - 'what visa? - I don't need one!'... imagine saying that to the airport crew... So they ushered me to this secluded spot outside what appeared to be a very important official area.. I stood there for half n hour - having no idea what's going on...eventually - this woman comes out with my passport and she handed me the passport and had the two guards escort me right up to the front of a looooong queue of passengers... I was quite enjoying this and it got even more amusing when this lady asked me if I was a princess. I should have said yes - but I just told her that I didn't have a visa.

--Amberina R., Kuwait City