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I like movies total posts: 130 view my blog Posted on Tue, Feb 11, 2014 07:47 My favorite of all time is "The Sting" with Paul Newman and Bob Redford. But what got me to thinking about this was an NBC short during the Olympic coverage of the TransSiberian train that goes from Vladavostok or Beijing to Moscow. There was a movie called the Trans Siberian that was quite good. Reminded me of a time when my wife and I went to Yugoslavia and Romania, back in the days of the USSR. We were living in France at the time and wanted to visit French friends in Romania and my relatives in Yugoslavia (my grandfather emigrated in 1906). We had a non-stop flight from Zurich Switzerland to Belgrade Yugoslavia. However, during the flight, the captain announced we were going to stop and everyone would have to get off the plane to claim their luggage and then reboard. My wife and I were obviously the only Americans and we stood out from the rest of the passengers. I was wearing a tan suit with bright yellow shirt and wide tie. She was wearing a bright red, white and blue suit. All the other passengers were men and they were wearing white shirts with thin<b> ties. </font></b>My wife was pregnant and not feeling well, so I said I would get off the plane and she could rest. I got up to go and the stewardess came up to my wife and said, in a harsh, no questions asked voice, “Get off the plane!” Now the stewardesses could have played tackle for a pro football team: they were short, chunky, and not at all good looking. My wife tried to explain she was pregnant and not feeling well and that I was going to get off the plane and claim the luggage. To which the stewardess responded: “Get off the plane!” So she did. Now I am sure it was because of the bright clothes we were wearing, but as we got off the plane and walked across the tarmac to the terminal, there was on either side of us a row of soldiers with their rifles and every one of them seemed to be watching us. Once in the terminal I walked to passport control and handed the customs agent our passports. “You do not have a visa!” to which I replied, “I called the Yugoslav embassy in Paris and they said we could get a visa on entry into the country.” “Go stand over there!” he ordered us. So we stood to the side and he motioned for a couple soldiers to come stand at our sides. I have never studied a machine gun up close. But those soldiers have machine guns, and running through my mind were thoughts: “What do we do? Obviously we are not going to run. But who knows where we are? We had a non-stop flight and here we stopped. No one knows.” After what seemed like three months, the customs agent motioned us over, handed me the passports, and said, “Go claim your luggage and get back on the plane.” That is exactly what we did. We asked no questions. We made no comments. We claimed the luggage and got back on the plane, which then flew to Belgrade. To this day I do not know where we stopped. Anyway, seeing the movie Transsiberian reminded me of this crazy moment. Go see the movie! It is good. Have a great week! |
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