written Thursday 26 February 2004
| The Long Way Home |
The view from my apartment door, this morning. No, I don't love snow. But thanks for asking.
My weekly mail bundle from America didn't come last week. It didn't come the first three days of this week. I didn't exactly know what to do if it was lost, and then I decided the odds were against the world ending if I missed one week, or had it delayed. And simply delayed it was--it arrived this afternoon. Uh oh...
Tape on the end--it had been opened. I ripped the seal, and every piece of mail had been opened, my pay envelope, my credit card bill, even a Valentine card. This was weird. Then I noticed these pale blue stamps on the outer envelope. Dutch customs? Homeland Insecurity? Where had this package been, and who would have opened my mail? I set my digital camera to detail mode...
Busted.
(Don't ask. I have no idea.)
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oh nom d'une pipe. that's spooky.
Eric of Arabia?
Hailing from Bahrain, that's definitely a Saudi Customs Stamp. Probably making sure you had no explicit material in there... That would include a photo of even a boy in surfer shorts with his board.
Recently when through culture shock going through the Duty-Free shop during a layover at the Amsterdam Airport... XXX DVDs?!!!
Sounds like your mail made a detour through Saudi Arabia :)