Thursday, August 06, 2009

The wall

Our first day in town, we set out in Sally's car to see Bethlehem. As we approached the checkpoint she asked Renee and I for our passports. What? We hadn't even thought to bring them and didn't want to turn back and go all the way to Sally's apartment again. So our strategy was to use our assets, meaning my press card, Renee's ID emblazoned with U.S. State Department seal and Sally's skill at flirting. She popped out of the car to open the trunk, chatting away and flashing the impressive stack of identity documents. No problem.

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