Via Friday-Lunch-Club
"... But they never made it to the turquoise beaches. As soon as they landed immigration officers, who were convinced they were Mossad agents who had come to the island to disturb the peace, placed them under arrest and submitted them to hours of intensive interrogations....He said they had arrived Saturday on a British Airways flight, and were held up at passport control. "They looked at our passports, flipped through them, and then began to speak in French, saying, 'Israelis, Israelis', (sounded like the leprosy!)
...... a flight from Dubai had landed on the island just moments before theirs had arrived. The immigration officers, fearing a case similar to that of the Mabhouh assassination, prevented them from passing........ We showed them credit cards, but they just kept saying, 'Israeli, Israeli' (now it sounds like the bubonic plague!) as if we had done something wrong."...."
Posted by G, Z, or B at 11:28 AM
Uprooted Palestinian
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