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Tue 02 January 2007 I left Jerusalem before 5 o’clock, and drove to Ben Gurion airport, where I returned the car to the rental. The trip meter showed 3015 km, of which 65 km were driven this morning. The next three hours were consumed in the usual security checks, the girls at the security desk suspiciously tasting the honey that I bought in Jericho, and all my luggage combed thoroughly with a number of electronic devices. My first flight was to Frankfurt, where I had one hour time to change the plane to a flight leaving for Helsinki. An hour sounded a long time to me, and I felt hungry, so I went to McDonald’s at Frankfurt airport and ordered some takeaway food. This proved to be a very bad idea, but I did not realize it before I went to the security check, and the lady went pale when she noticed how little time I had left before the flight would take off. She told me to take my hand luggage and run as fast as I can. This I also did, but the distance to the platform was surprisingly long — a kilometer or two I guess — and my hand luggage was quite heavy (possibly a bit heavier than would be officially permitted). All other passengers were already in the plane, and the captain was about to close the gate, when I arrived running and dragging my heavy hand luggage. The captain rose his eyebrows, and commented ironically that the distance to the gate is a bit longer than many believe...
I entered the plane, and then we flew home.
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