Sunday, May 16, 2010
I left that job to be a freelance handyman/daddy, while my wife brought home the "real money". soon after that we made the decision to move to the big city of Be'er Sheva, where we currently live. I work for a contractor who does remodeling and large scale handyman work. I love this job and my boss, but it leaves me little time or energy to be creative, and like most jobs in Israel for someone like me with little marketable skill and limited ability to speak in Hebrew it pays very little (about the equivalent of $6 per hour)
That's Really the nice short version of a long tough story.
So after about one and a half years I made the trip to Jerusalem, which is less than a 2 hour bus ride from our home in Be'er Sheva. It is a major attraction for the three major religions in the world:
but I am a
d) None of the above who still loves God
fast forward to May 12 2010
So its a week later and I am on the first of three planes that will take me to Las Vegas. But lets rewind just a bit to my adventure getting on this plane. I entered the airport and placed my bags in the first x ray where I new that my checked bags might throw up a red flag because I had packed some tools, which they did. So they sent me across to have my bags checked. So the nice girls doing the searching check my bags,visually and for explosive residue, and I figure I'll be off in no time, but for some reason they call over a senior officer, a rather large middle eastern man (couldn't guess his race) comes over and asks me a couple of routine questions, then drops the big rather irrelevant one on me. How well do you speak Arabic? Well I explain to him that I don't speak any (after a year and a half I don't even speak enough Hebrew to get by). He then gives me a look of disbelief and pulls out a copy of the Quran that I had brought with because I collect religious books. I told him about the collecting, then he asks me why I don't have any Jewish books with me. I told him that I hadn't gotten around to buying any. Well If I were him I wouldn't believe me either it sound fishy, but I was telling the truth. But still after a quick strip search I was on my way. just kidding. He eventually realized that I was not a threat and after I thanked his team for keeping me safe I headed to the ticket counter where I discovered the security officers still had my tickets and passport. Back to security where they helped me re-search my bags to find the papers that they had on the other side of their counter all of that time. One good thing that came of the second search was that I was able to point out to the big scary officer was that I indeed did have a travel sized Jewish prayer book. Well I finished my trip after another standard security check in Israel, a special check by the Germans, delays caused by volcanic ash, the longest passport control line I have ever seen, the shortest customs check that I never imagined, and one more standard security check by the Americans. Now I just have to face up to 6 months without my wife and daughter, while I create a new life for us back in America.
But more about that later.
Posted by Robert at 7:59 AM