July 5, 2013

Today I went to the Criminal Investigation Bureau. Was I in some sort of trouble? No, I had a tour in the CIB. My grandfather, who had already passed away, was a policeman. One of his students, who still has contact with us, decided to give us a tour in the CIB. I am a big fan of Crime Scene Investigation television series, especially the part where the investigators analyze the DNA and bullets through the machines in the laboratory. I’ve always had an interest in detective stories and crime investigations. I was really excited when I heard that we are going to visit that place. First, we stopped at the floor where bullets are analyzed. The station has a tank of water. People shoot the bullets into the water in order to get a bullet sample with undamaged spiral. They would later compare the sample with a bullet found in the crime scene in order to determine the murder weapon. Later, our tour guide led us to the chemical room, where many drugs are analyzed. I saw scientists looking into the microscopes for answers. One of the scientists told us all about drugs: the types of drugs, all methods the dealers might use, and how easy it is to manufacture them. Later, we visited the interrogation room. My brother sat on the chair for demonstration. There were wires put around his chest in order to measure the change of breathing rate. There were also small balloon put on the chair in order to test for the shift of the center of gravity, which will indicate anxiety. Lastly, we were brought to his office. He had a helicopter drone in his office. He allowed me to examine the helicopter carefully. Although I wasn’t allow to actually fly it, I was satisfied.