Barhoumi M.
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I experienced a racist situation. On Saturday, August 23, I went with four friends who are all European nationals, except me — I have a green passport. We were a group of five people. At the entrance, there were two bouncers: one, who had tattoos on his face, was kind and let us in. But suddenly, the other bouncer — whom I describe as Black only for identification purposes (please understand, I truly do not mean to be offensive or racist by using this word; it is simply the only way I can describe him to make it clear who was working on August 23) — saw my green passport and told me: “No, you are not going in.” Yet it wasn’t my first time there, since I had already entered before.