One of these, maybe…but all singularly cinematic!
Photo courtesy Anthony Grant with special thanks to St George Lycabettus Hotel, Athens.
Due to a military incident involving Israel and Syria, flights into and out of Ben Gurion International Airport were briefly suspended Saturday, Israeli media reported.
Immediately following the incident, in which an Israeli F-16 jet was shot down by Syrian fire, civilian airspace over northern Israel was shut down. The flight suspensions at Ben Gurion, much to the south of the Israeli-Jordanian-Syrian border area, lasted less than an hour.
Some 90 percent of travelers entering and leaving Israel do so through Ben Gurion. During the Gaza war (called Operation Protective Edge in Israel) in summer 2014, the FAA issued a ban on flights to Ben Gurion that lasted 48 hours, however the airport was never officially closed. Missiles fired from Gaza came close to the airport prompting some airlines such as El Al to alter their flight paths until a cessation of hostilities.
Because not only are they as odious as Oregon, they’re bad for the environment tambien. As we might have suspected. So please don’t be a ding-a-ling and build one of them things. And do read why here in Ling.
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Image Courtesy Zürich Tourism
A funny thing happened on the way to researching my latest story for The Points Guy, about the ins and outs of traveling on two or more passports.
The mechanics of being bi-national are pretty basic. But at least when having that second passport is not something granted by dint of birth but rather sought after and somehow attained, it raises other issues. Isn’t it so darn Yankee-y to focus on what to show where and to whom? Of course, that’s important: you wanna move across borders you gotta follow some rules.
But then there is the psychological aspect of official duality or plurality, and the emotional. When I hold the passport of That Other Nationality in hand, or show it to a customs officer smiling or sullen, am I saying goodbye to one person and becoming another? And which one do I want to be? Which would you choose if you had to, and if you knew that there was no going back? Etc.
Photo Courtesy Sony Pictures Classics.
In the summer of 1987 I spent a number of weeks at an artist’s stone-walled villa on the shore of Lago di Bracciano, a volcanic lake outside Rome.
You must understand that that world no longer exists. Except for maybe in video.
To be continued