hehehe
But you know the whole thing was so theatrical that I think they had planned it this way on purpose. The DST guy for example, looked exactly like a street cop, talked rough (in fact as he walked in his said: "CAN YOU HEAR ME IN THE BACK? GOOD BECAUSE AT THE DST WE DON'T LIKE TO SPEAK INTO MICROPHONES" ... ps: I'm putting this uppercase as the guy was screaming all the time, and he stood up all along). while the DGSE guy waltzed in with a very smart looking suit, talked mysteriously and ambiguously, sitting cross-legged, sipping water calmly ... you could almost hear the James Bond music in the background.

The worst part was when they played a "find the camera game". We were in an amphitheater. They had placed a camera somewhere and all of us had to guess where it was (while staying in our seats).

To help us do this, they plugged in a TV that was showing the camera's footage. And of course, of all people, the camera was filming me (which is not so suprising as everyone else was wearing a suit and tie, while I was in casual wear and had died my hair orange, and was sitting next to this hippie-looking girl who had volunteered (!) to do her national service. nb: it was only compulsory for men. she was going to Morroco.)