Where are you going to Mr Elnathan?
Bawstun Mehsechuusits.
Bawstun. Bawstun Mehsechuusits.
I feel confident. Confident enough, that I think, if they do not see my shit green passport they may even first think I am an African American.
With what? I say
I see you have many boarding passes. I can give you just one.
Wow, I think. German customer service in Berlin, friendly? Surely there is a god.
Yes please! I tell her, smiling even more. Nice woman, Jesus!
I present my boarding pass. The lady, a black woman, looks at me nervously.
I am like: I am not with the Arab, Jesus! No! I even have a Jewish name!
Then my bags.
Follow me sir, he says.
Is everything ok? I ask
Just follow me.
I want you to spread your arms wide and your feet as wide as you can. Do you have any sharp objects on you?
Him: Now I am going to have to ask you: for this procedure, would you like a private room?
Me: PRIVATE ROOM??? What are you about to do to me? Will we need condoms? Lubricant? Why do I need a private room Jesus?
It might be better he suggests, for everyone.
And I am like, you know what? Whatever you have to do to me, do it here, in front of everyone. Let people SEE IT!
Ps. Now I have to fly people. Hugs and kisses and see you all on the other side.