After asking me a few questions about my purpose in such countries, the girl went to look for what was probably her supervisor. The man arrived, checked his passport again and asked me again for the purpose of my visits to the Muslim countries collected in the passport and when I had gone to each of them. My answer was always the same "Holidays" although of course I did not remember exactly when I had gone to each site. After a while, they indicated me a control of metals and suitcases where I had to pass. I noticed that everyone was passing by and it is the first time I see a police check even before checking in.
I went through the detector quickly and I had to queue to the next tourist attraction at Tel Aviv airport: manual suitcase control.
A Jew with his kipa on his head told me to come closer. He asked me to open my backpack and gave me a plastic box where I had to place my belongings and empty the backpack completely. I observed that few were the ones who passed this control. Most of them were frisking the suitcase and letting them leave. I had a good thorough control. The man reviewed all the items he carried one by one. He even opened the socks one by one. I was in my final phase of the trip and you can imagine the state of my clothes that urgently asked for a good washing machine. When I saw the man open my socks I thought: That is a weapon of mass destruction!
After a good while - more than half an hour - the man finished inspecting all my items. Among them a book that I bought in Hebron that talked about the Palestinian conflict. He did not ask me questions. At least at that time.
The man asked me to follow him. He accompanied me to check in and there I showed again my groped passport and my online reservation. They gave me the boarding pass and the man grabbed my backpack and told me they would check it from another place. We went to an elevator where he deposited my backpack along with others and then made me enter a small room with a metal detector, a table and two chairs. I went through the detector without a whistle and made me sit in one of the chairs.
The third tourist attraction at Tel Aviv airport began: the interrogation. The man reviewed the Muslim countries he had visited one by one. It passed completely from Peru, India and any other Asian country. The man, of course, focused on the reasons why he had visited Syria, Jordan, Egypt, Tunisia and Morocco. I was especially interested in Syria and after answering that I was on vacation and that I simply wanted to see the world finally let me go and I could finally stop feeling like a weirdo. With so much interrogation and mistrust, you even have doubts about your own purposes.
Anyway, I could finally go through the last metal control and head towards the boarding gate. He had arrived three hours earlier at the airport and there were barely 15 minutes left for the flight to depart. I got on the plane, I took off that unpleasant sensation of feeling observed and I hit a good sobada until I arrived in Prague where the next plane would leave me in Barcelona after spending three great weeks touring the Middle East.5.001