A month ago, customs officials stopped me at the airport.
Four in the afternoon, as I happily walked along the green path, the customs officer yelled – ”You! Come here please. Put the suitcase in the x-ray machine".
I loaded the suitcase onto the conveyor belt and burst out laughing. It was clear to me that when I opened the case the officer would be instantly embarrassment.
"Tell me, what you have in the suitcase? Do you have any diamonds?" He asked, looking harshly at the screen.
"I'll show them to you right now", I said giggling, trying to hold back my uncontrollable laugh.
