2 good things; three bad things & a bitter/sweet one.
2 good things; three bad things & a bitter/sweet one. Before we got on the plane at Luton, something good happened. The London trip organiser had told us that, since the state authorities were often racist, the black bloke would probably have a tougher time at customs than others. At Luton airport, most of us met & talked of this; we agreed to adopt the policy of leaving no one behind at customs. When push came to shove, at Ben Gurion, he had to deal with only 3 trifling questions. But our policy was transferred to another in the group, a hijabi woman. We waited for 4 hours till this woman, who came from France, was grilled & lied to by two customs officers. Waiting in a café for her was boring but it gave us a chance to charge our phones for free – at a kind of wall panel I’d never seen before - & it made me proud of the group. Another good thing was being welcomed by strangers in the streets of Abu Dis. Various people said hi out of the blue. Obv...