The loved one picked me up at the airport, it was five o’clock in the morning, I had been awake for more than 24 hours.
My first encounter with another person in these 24 hours was with a policewoman who shouted at me for being illegal. Actually she looked more like a policechild, she couldn’t have been older than 18 but wearing enough make up for a clown in a circus and with nails long, fake and red.
And what a nasty girl it was.
I told her I was married and that I intended to stay, but she said, a visitor is only allowed a 3 month tourist visa per year and that I had used up my allowance for this year (I was in Israel for three months last winter). I said that I had called the Israeli embassy in Sweden and asked about a visa and they’d told me to go to Israel first and then applying for it at the Ministry of Immigrations. She retorted in a hysterical voice verging on breaking
“Well you can go back to YOUR Embassy and tell them that a POLICE-woman told you this is ILLEGAL, you are doing an ILLEGAL thing!!!”
I did want to point out to her that the Embassy was in fact her Embassy and not mine and also that if she put a stamp in my passport I think she would be the one doing an illegal thing and not I. Also, if it was so very illegal maybe she should just not let me into the country.
But then I thought it might not be the smartest thing for me to do. Being logical with such a young hysterical person, made up like a working girl with the unfortunate job of being an authority would maybe harm me more.
After abusing and screaming me for a little while longer whilst I nodded and said “sorry” she stamped my passport fiercely and let me through.
So it was with quite a shocked and saddened face I went out in to the arrivals hall.
I found him before he found me, jumping on his back and kissing his neck - I think.
Looking happy - I think.
That was the intention anyway and that was how it was supposed to be. This was the beginning of a new and exciting life together with someone I love. It is not every day one is granted the opportunity of being with a person one loves. It is not every person who is even granted with the possibility to finding a person to love or who will even love you back.
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True... Maybe that was the policewoman's problem, by the way. Maybe she's really lonely. You should go back there and offer to be her friend :)
Consider yourself lucky for looking like a cute little englander and not like an Icelandic Valkýrja...
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