Sunday, 10 August 2014

going home

Talk about feeling awkward:

As if seeing an Air Malaysia jet parked on the runway right in front of the window of my hotel room with runway view wasn't enough, here I am 1 hour later sitting in a restaurant of Schiphol airport with a bleeding knife wound in my ring finger suffered when getting my cell phone out of my backpack, not remembering that this is where i had kept a razor-sharp kitchen knife, originally bought for gutting anything from bread over cheese to butter for my hotel room dinners, and kept on to pierce the PACKING TAPE TO TAPE THE BICYCLE BOX. the schiphol bike shipping box did not need taping so now i am sitting here in one of Europe's busiest airports with a knife wound and a dangerous knife i am trying to get rid of without drawing attention to myself.  What percentage of those automatic-rifle-armed-soldiers would open fire on a harmless cyclist carrying a 6 inch blade openly on his way to drop it in a garbage bin?

What has the world come to?  Why do we accept that people we have never met in our lives go through our undies at an airport security check?
When Emilia Erhart did not return from a flight, people wondered what happened, but did not try to hide their kitchen knifes.
When Roald Amundsen did not return, regular people did not have to be about approaching persons in uniforms.
When Antoine Marie Jean-Baptiste Roger, comte de Saint Exupéry did not return from a flight, people did not feel afraid of the state just because they are carrying a kitchen knife in an airport.

Is it just me, or have we become a society where it would be not all that surprising if a new version of the men in long black leather coats come knocking on doors at 5 am?



Total BS !!!!
A note on my psychedelic CitizenM hotel.  
1) They DO NOT ACCEPT cash. You MUST  pay by credit card. 
2) They charge a 2 Euro Credit Card administration fee.  

What do we call that?  
That's right :-)

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