Cyprus                       Harmo-o-onica!              10 October 2024


   I had a rather amusing experience at the airport just now.  The
   customs officers spotted something suspicious in my luggage and
   decided to rummage through it like they were digging for gold.  The
   cause of their sudden interest?  My harmonica.  The officers, in
   their uniforms, kept asking me, both verbally and through gestures,
   if I was blowing something, implying drug use, and even mimicked
   sniffing cocaine before finally pulling out the harmonica.

   One of the officers, clearly enjoying herself, smirked and asked,
   "Cocaine?"  Keeping a straight face, I replied, "Harmonica."  She
   repeated mockingly, "Harmo-o-onica!"  before finally moving on.  A
   similar ordeal had occurred when I was leaving Berlin, where I was
   searched for forgetting to take my laptop out of my suitcase.  The
   whole experience just deepened my dislike for governments and their
   endless, demeaning inspections.





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