Yoni had just spent three months travelling through Central America. You wouldn’t think that an additional hour could cause much of an issue. Unfortunately Yoni had a very different take on the time he’d spent in an airport interrogation room. The customs official assured him that he’d been chosen at random for the interviewing process. Yoni was certain that his rough appearance, choice of destination, and current lack of employment had all played a role in his selection. He was eventually cleared of any offences and permitted to continue through to the arrivals terminal. “Yoni, my love. It’s so nice to see you,” his girlfriend smiled. She was waiting alongside the baggage carousel.
“You too,” said Yoni, hugging her half-heartedly.
“What’s wrong,” Adina asked, pulling back from the embrace. Even after the long absence she could sense Yoni’s mood.
“I’m sick of the constant custom questionings,” said Yoni. “They claim it’s a random selection, but just how many times must I be singled out?”
“I’m sick of hearing complains about calculated interrogations,” Adina snapped back. “It’s a fucking waste of my tax dollars if they’re not targeting potential threats.”
“You too,” said Yoni, hugging her half-heartedly.
“What’s wrong,” Adina asked, pulling back from the embrace. Even after the long absence she could sense Yoni’s mood.
“I’m sick of the constant custom questionings,” said Yoni. “They claim it’s a random selection, but just how many times must I be singled out?”
“I’m sick of hearing complains about calculated interrogations,” Adina snapped back. “It’s a fucking waste of my tax dollars if they’re not targeting potential threats.”