Arriving in Lebanon

"What did you say? Have I been in exile?" I ask the heavily-made-up airline ticket agent behind the counter.
She repeats: "Have you been to IS-RA-EL?" slowing down and accentuating her vowels for this confused American.
"Oh, no not ye…No, I haven't."
Just a one-hour flight later, I touch down in Beirut and the customs control agent asks me a more pointed question: "You are a journalist. Is your reporting political?"
"It's about how America is perceived," I reply, and he summons over an army officer who stands at least 6'5".
"Come," the officer says. He leads me into a back room, where a pregnant woman wearing a huge fake Dolce & Gabbana belt looks at him, extremely displeased.


