The stars have aligned. In Spain, the December holidays, I wanted to go to a new country, and my favorite airline flies to Israel. Flew. Ben-Gurion heard so many stories about searches and interviews at the airport that just in case he was ready for anything: many hours of interrogation, search, just in case he put on fresh underwear. At the exit, all the passengers lined up at the machines where they had to attach their passport, show their face to the camera and in a second get a ready-made B2 visa for three months without the right to work. And that's all, access to the city without communicating with at least one border guard. I wanted to ask: "Hey, where is it all? A search, tricky questions, why did I frequent the Arab countries last year." Well, okay, maybe on the way back everything will be fine.