Who packed your bags?

March 9, 2008 - 11:54 AM by Nicky

Went to see one of the shows at the Women’s International Festival in Holon yesterday.
Unfortunately so did the prime minister. Though not the same show – his loss.

My friend who was putting on the dance, Gila – Gallit Liss, a very talented choreographer (and I’m not just saying that because she’s my friend) – warned us to come early because security would be tight.

So we got there half an hour early, and joined a long queue snaking down the Holon street.

First they dusted our mobile phones for explosives, then they checked our hands (was I glad I hadn’t eaten the last piece of Christmas cake with its glycerin-based icing earlier that day).
Then someone else took us aside for questioning.

“Where are you going?”
“To see the show Gila.”
“Who told you about the show?”
“The prime minister,” said my husband.
“No, stop joking.”
“Okay, okay, the choreographer.”
“I packed my bag myself and it’s been in the house all day,” I added, showing her my little gold handbag.
“Okay, that’s quite enough, go through.”

Next we handed in our bags for a full X-ray, and then we had to pass through one of three metal detectors erected specifically for this purpose.
Finally, after half an hour of security, we were in.

Ah, life in the 21st century. Ain’t it grand.
By the way, the show was great. Will tell all in another blog.

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