Chapter 25 21 Return to Larnaca

There is no absolute line between sleeping adventures and waking adventures. --Milan Kundera On February 21, I managed to book a ticket to Cyprus. This is the only private jet in Israel that is willing to fly. The condition is that if there are special circumstances such as war or other reasons, everything will be left to fate, and the owner of the plane will not make any compensation.At the corner of the ticket office, a pair of lovers who were about to leave for the front line were kissing goodbye with forgetfulness, even ignoring the existence of my camera. I got up at 5 am the next day and moved my luggage out of the room twice. Arrive at Ben Gurion Airport at 6:10.Seeing me poking my head in front of the information desk, a thin man asked me in even thinner English if I was going to Larnaca, and he asked me to go there with him to check my luggage.A female police officer who claimed to be a security officer came over and asked me where I was from, who packed my luggage, whether I had left, where I had been staying, whether anyone had given me gifts, where I had been, and whether I had a press pass.Then came a much uglier woman in boots, looking around like a slack western bar girl, and she asked the same question again.I asked if I wanted to open the bag for inspection, they said no, it was for the safety of all of us, please forgive me, and then put a pass label on my luggage.

After going to the second floor, I was still the only passenger.Three U.S. Air Forces buy gems in the duty-free shop. There is a huge counter selling "Israeli diamonds", but I only have a few dollars, and I can't even afford a pair of pants.I wanted to cry when my boss called me a week ago and offered to buy me pants with her own dollars. It's finally time to board the plane.This time the plane was smaller, with only seven seats.Two pilots, two security police and three passengers, just the seven of us.I was the last one to squeeze into the cabin, and the pilot climbed over me. He helped me close the door and said, don’t touch the mechanism next to the door, or I will fall as soon as the door opens, “It’s the Mediterranean Sea.”

The small plane wobbled and bumped into the air, shaking up and down, and flew over the Mediterranean Sea. When turning left, the left wing was facing the ground and the right wing was facing the sky. Can't help my weight leaking me out.The back of my seat was broken and there was no top half, so I had to tie myself hard with a seat belt and attach it to the broken seat.Looking at the vast and misty Mediterranean Sea, I wanted to take a break from my busy schedule to express my emotions, but because I was too tired, I soon fell asleep and drank beer with General Patton in a strange way.

When I woke up, the small plane had already taxied on Larnaca Airport, the wind was strong at the airport, and there was light rain.The small plane slid around the terminal building like a rain-beaten mouse.Before we could stand still, a wheeled armored vehicle of the Cypriot police stopped beside us, watching every move of our three passengers.The security police took me into a hut, ordered me to take off my shirt, checked all my belongings carefully, tapped the steel plate on my bulletproof vest with the butt of a gun, suspected that there was heroin, and made me feel that I was a mafia Godfather's delusion.

Customs gave me a two week visa. Branch Lao Chen is already waiting at the gate of the airport.Lao Chen asked me how the plane was flying, and I said I fell asleep, anyway, I had already tied myself to the seat, "Death and life are life, wealth and wealth are in the sky." Mrs. Chen has already cooked the meal, which made my stomach hurt because I haven't eaten Chinese food for a long time.Lao Chen left me a lot of newspaper clippings, and many people I didn't know also came.Since "People's Daily" published my "respect", they all wanted to take a look at me, the number one jerk.This is the first time in history that "People's Daily" praised a Xinhua News Agency reporter, and it was a living creature who did not sacrifice.I can't help but be in awe of the duck with a steel helmet on its head and a Lycra in its hand.

Very sleepy and tired.I fell asleep all day and all night.