I don't know if I'll be able to stay out of trouble. Some things really get to me and I go ballistic at being herded like sheep and accepting this silently. On return to Italy, as if it was not enough that we were searched twice at Sabiha Gökçen, they made us go through a metal detector once again after getting off the airplane, before getting to the passport control. I was fuming!
First I wondered if there was a warning. Upon asking, we were told they picked randomly to search. It's outrageous. We pulled through two searches on the other side, and we didn't blow up the plane we came on, but we are going to blow a bomb at the arrival airport! As if we couldn't make a bomb after getting into the country and blow it in front of the airport, as if our wish now is the inside of the airport! I don't know how there can be such stupidity. The fact that the money for this cockeyedness is stolen from our pockets upsets me more. We are paying for the salaries of the people who make those searches included in our airfare, and they collect the salary of the bureaucrat who orders these searches to be conducted from us by force as tax. They hassle us with our own money. I was shooting all this out loud, waiting in line. I felt like saying “Thank you for protecting us” after getting through. I just wasn't sure if they would get the sarcasm so I didn't do it.
Seriously... -I was of course taken aback, I wasn't waiting such a thing.- Had it not been for Lara, I would have said “I'm not going through. Arrest me if you want to. Or pass me through the detector by force.” I have already told Carlo: “Next time, I will be doing it. So that you know. Lara is big now, you look after her.”
The next day, my brother asked. “How was the trip? Could you make it comfortably?”
“Eh, not really,” I said.
“Why?" he asked. "Is everything okay? What happened?”
“I cannot stand these searches in the first place, this time they searched us when we landed in Italy too.”
“This is the first time I heard such a thing,” he said. “You cannot stand it but people die because of that.”
Even my brother has not read my pieces and he doesn't care, I know. It's not easy to read my pieces, I know, they require you to think. I summarized it to him. “What do they die for?” I said. “Is the only trouble to die in the air? We saw what happened in Paris. We are searched at the entrance to the airports but I have not seen that at any other country. There is no reason for the same attacks not to be coordinated at several airports in front of the check-in gates. Besides, why only airplanes? Why aren't people searched at every bus stop, every train and metro station?”
People are publishing travel magazines, travel newspapers, they write travel blogs; and no one talks about these things. In our day and age, it is not possible to write a travel article without talking about security searches, visa absurdities. I mean everybody does it but I don't know how we are sterilized, how the media plays the three monkeys. And I have no idea at all why people join this game. Please make some noise a bit. Or at least support me when I raise my voice.