Chapter 58 pass the level

I will leave Iraq the day after tomorrow, and it is time to recount what happened when I entered the customs. Now that this diary is published, there is no danger of any side effects. Before entering the customs that day, our convoy stayed in the isolation zone between Jordan and Iraq for a long time, in order to remove the objects with Israeli marks for the last time. The visa issued to us by Iraq stated that if there is a record of having been to Israel, this visa will be invalidated immediately.We had no choice but to pretend that we came to Jordan by boat from Egypt. The Israeli side was also very sensible and did not leave any traces on our passports. They gave us so-called visas on other papers.As a result, eliminating traces of Israel in the luggage has become a top priority, because everyone knows that luggage inspection at the Iraqi border is very strict.As long as one person misses the point, the whole team will be in trouble.

Although it has been carefully removed the day before, such traces are almost everywhere, and they will always pop up if you think about it a little bit.Zhao Wei bought too many Dead Sea cosmetics in Israel, wishing he could squeeze them all out and put them on everyone's face.Worried, the photographer Wei Dajun slapped himself on the head hard, remembering that he still had a can of coffee bought from Israel that he hadn't cleared out.When he turned over the coffee, he turned out a small Israeli flag. This was a fatal thing. Lu Yu snatched it and threw it into the desert.At this time, the desert was already full of beautiful things, and more than a dozen opened boxes kept jumping out of things.

The army buys the Israeli flag for no political purpose, just for fun.Seeing it lying in the desert now, he couldn't bear it, saying that it was also a national flag after all, so he carefully picked it up and planted it in the sand, and put the can of Israeli coffee in front of him, holding a handful of it with both hands Sand, let the sand flow slowly from your fingers, onto the flag and the coffee. Scrapping the sand and pouring it down is a primitive way of offering sacrifices. Of course, the army is not paying homage to any country, but to pay homage to a desire to love the world and have to be temporarily buried in the desert.

Finally arrived at the Iraqi border.Our car stopped in an open space, and after handing in the relevant documents, two people came out to argue with each other about where we parked. After arguing for half an hour, there was no result.We didn't understand, we just watched their gesticulations, and then we stopped listening and watching, and sat lazily on the cement curb, telling ourselves to switch to a numb state of mind, not to be sensitive, and not to look at our watches. Two hours later, a guy came out and said we should change the door, so we got in the car, drove around a lot, and changed the door.There are tens of meters of cement platforms on both sides of this door, presumably it is a place to check luggage.But no one paid any attention to us, and there were no other travelers around.

Finally, two people came and asked us for tips. I didn't know who they were, but they didn't dare not give them, so they gave some US dollars.After another two hours, two more people came here. I have to explain quickly. The people who came here again and again did not wear uniforms. I couldn’t tell whether it was tourists, homeless people, beggars or customs officials who asked each of us to take out our cameras to register. Finally, something happened, we were a little happy, a dozen cameras were piled up, and they registered the brand and model.After a long time, everyone took it back and put it away, but there was no news again.

In the middle, someone came to ask for a tip, so wait after giving it. When a middle-aged man with a beard came out, he said that he wanted to check the cameras that had just been registered, so he took them out and handed them over to him. He looked at each camera for a long time, and he was more interested in small point-and-shoot cameras. More like a spy tool.After he left, there was no movement again. Everyone went to the dirty toilet again and again, deliberately walking slowly, trying to pass some time. Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, and looking forward to three people, asking us to hand over all our mobile phones.We thought it was an inspection, but all of them were sealed up.They took an old plastic bag, put a lot of mobile phones in it, and said that they were not allowed to take it out before leaving Iraq. While talking, they picked up a small hemp rope from the ground, tied the plastic bag, and welded another one. Wire loop.

Next, they checked other communication equipment. Of course, they quickly found the Maritime Satellite Transmission Facility. They didn’t understand what it was, so they invited someone to go. After a long time, an old man in shabby clothes was invited. After thinking about the equipment for a long time, he finally took it out. Welded and sealed it with iron bars. This makes us anxious more than anything else, because in this way, the content we shoot every day will not be sent out, and we will lose any means of communication. It is equivalent to removing our organs and removing our functions, so what is the need to go in? Woolen cloth?

More than ten hours have passed, the sky is getting dark, and there is no news of release.We originally wanted to finish the 600-kilometer death road before dark, but now we haven’t set off yet, we’re beating our chests with worry and not knowing what to do. Someone came out again and asked us to change another door. We couldn't bear it anymore and drove around, and returned to the door where we parked in the morning. This time, three people came over quickly, asking us to open the door of the trunk and prepare to check our luggage.It seems to be a group of people who just went to work, and everything starts from scratch.

Since we have been deprived of the possibility of work, there is nothing to be afraid of, let alone we are foreigners.First, Ms. Xin Lili asked them to recall our experience in high-pitched English. The other party was wondering how a lady could get so angry, and our Chen Luyu appeared on the stage.She suppressed her anger for a while, and asked them a series of questions with the sharp language of the champion of the Beijing English Speech Contest, but did not allow them to answer. Lu Yu said that a team of foreign media that had been approved by their government for more than ten hours was blocked for more than ten hours without any reason. To restart the inspection, can this situation happen in any other country?Excuse me, China is relatively friendly to Iraq, isn't it?

I don't believe they can fully understand English spoken so fast, but they know that this lady is more angry than the one just now, and behind her, there is a row of Chinese men with stern faces. The two of them took two steps back, wanted to explain but choked, looked at Lu Yu's gaze, finally lowered their heads and waved their hands, unexpectedly they passed. Everyone was still on fire, and Lu Yu shed tears as soon as she got in the car. She was so angry that she cried because of the rendering effect of her own words, but she couldn't let them see it. I have already written about the future things, and there is only one thing to add: our technician Xie Ying carefully studied the welding seal on the maritime satellite transmission equipment, and found that the dial can still be dialed through the seal.The transmission antenna was on the roof of the car, so we drove the car to the open space inside the Chinese embassy for fear of attracting surveillance during the transmission.It's a pity that the embassy is too far away from our residence, so we often park the car on the side of the road to wait for someone to complete the delivery task.This approach is like a spy, but it guarantees the daily broadcast of Phoenix Satellite TV.This diary of mine will be sent back to Beijing and Hong Kong in this way three hours later.I think that all defenses have their own reasons, but when the defense is extremely tight and extremely inefficient, it is really annoying.If this defense seriously hurts the guests who might have spoken for them, it will not be worth the candle.

I feel so sorry for them. November 16, 1999, Baghdad, overnight at Rasheed Hotel