Question: How do you make a green sweater disappear before your very own eyes?
Answer: Very easily. Follow this simple recipe. Place your sweater in one grey, dry, plastic security tray. Then place the tray firmly on a scanner conveyor belt, preferably at Palma Mallorca Airport. Add one dose of thorough frisking by airport security staff as your sweater gently feeds into the scanner’s bowels. Wait 30 seconds to let things simmer and Abracadabra! Your green sweater has gone! Consumed by the scanner – it never emerges from the other side.
But the fun doesn’t stop there. Now you have to make yourself understood by Spanish airport staff. Try explaining to them that you are waiting for something that never appears. You can’t! They don’t understand English and you can’t speak Spanish. No attempts at waving your arms in circular orangutan-like motions will inform them of your cause. It is at times like these when you discover that there is no international symbol for ‘sweater’. Only those of you that regularly play charades at dinner parties will succeed in explaining your problem. I must make a note to accept more invitations to dinner parties.
I stood and waited stubbornly, only to have Spanish airport security usher me along impatiently. I finally reported my loss to the Information Desk who duly noted my problem and diligently shrugged their shoulders.
But that’s not the end of the fun. Eventually, several weeks later, I received a long letter in Spanish from Palma Mallorca Airport, suggesting I send them an email to report the problem! Surely it’s reported, otherwise how did the letter find its way to me?
Let’s hope their airport security department is more efficient than their lost and found department. I can only hope my green sweater has found a home with some deserving soul.
In stark contrast, when returning from visiting my family in Paris last weekend, I entrusted another sweater to a scanner in Charles de Gaulle airport. My faith was restored. Three metres later, I was able to retrieve all of my possessions. The French appear to feed their scanners more regularly than the Spanish. You can always trust the French with food.
A tale of two cities!!!



