How to cross the border of Israel without control?
Now I’m not talking about the transparent border of Egypt and Israel, where the fence is only 30 km from the Gaza Strip to the south, and the second is a short section from Taba to the town of Nakev, 20 km northwest of Eilat. All, there are no more border barriers at all. It’s ridiculous in Israel’s conditions, isn’t it? And the result is a face, more than 1000 illegal migrants from Sudan, Eritrea and other African countries run to Israel every year on foot, this is what the Israeli media write about it.
But we are talking a little different now, although Ben Gurion, mentioned above against the background of paranoid vigilance at the airport, cannot but cause a sarcastic grin. Now I’ll talk about how the control system with these same biometric cards is stupidly put. And I will give two examples from my own practice –
A week ago I entered Israel from Egypt from Taba (read more about the history of this unusual transition here). The passage was completely empty, only a couple of sleepy and alert guys with invariable earphones in their ears. They look at you frowningly, and you are ready to open your bags and prove that you are not a crocodile. But no, I’ve been lucky for 4 years, and once again nobody touches me and does not say a word. I take out a biometric card, pass it through the device with my hands on it, get a leaflet about crossing the border and slowly go to the exit from the border terminal. At the very exit, the girl collects the leaves from the biometric apparatus, and I give her mine to her. She takes a short look at him and gives me back. I don’t need him, and I throw him in the trash. I go out to the bus stop, stand and wait for the bus to Eilat. I put my hand in my pocket and find that I have the very same leaflet about crossing the border with me. How so ?? I just threw it in the trash. What a mystery!
But the chest opened simply – it turns out that in my pocket was an old leaflet about leaving (!) From Israel three weeks earlier. And I, crossing the border in Taba, accidentally handed it to the girl, and the one that I received the minute before that was lying in another pocket. The vigilant border guard was too lazy to check what it was I who handed her. In this regard, he asked himself the question – what if I had not passed the control at all? For the camera (and there are many cameras) I would have depicted receiving a printout from the machine, having previously prepared a piece of paper for my hand. Then he would go out bypassing the passport control, put the linden print out to the lazy girl, and be like that. The discovery struck me to the depths of my soul how easy it is to circumvent the vigilance of thousands of paranoid servants who humiliate tourists at the border, but who are unable to control much more serious things.
By the way, with these pieces of paper (which come out after passing through the biometric card), another surprising nuance is present. They have a barcode, it is written in large numbers at the top right. So, he is always 14 or 25 at the entrance or 63 at the exit. There are no other options. Faking such a piece of paper will take about 15 seconds by force, and then you can cross the borders of Israel almost freely, either at the entrance or at the exit. It is noteworthy that recently a piece has been torn from this piece of paper (just do not laugh) where this number is printed so that you do not find out the secret.
This was my first pass on a biometric card to Israel, and the first pancake came out lumpy. Arrived from Zurich, went to passport control in Ben Gurion. The card has already been returned to me, so being an honest citizen I went to the slot machines with cards, which are to the right and left of the usual control. He held the card, put his hand, the inscription “Get a printout” appeared. But … the printout never got out of the machine. He bent down, tried to get it with his finger – maybe a piece of paper jammed? No, it does not get, although the rustling of crumpled paper is heard inside this hellish aggregate. How can I cross the border now, they will ask me this very piece of paper. I had to go to the usual passport control, where I was given a seal of entry and asked questions from the series “What is your father’s name?” and “Where did you come from?” I go out to the baggage claim room, and some sixth sense made me go back to passport control, and it’s good that I did it!
He went back, turned to one of the booths and said that that fingerprint reader was not working. The girl began to call the authorities in horror, and a minute later a fat boar named Uzi appeared with the corporal’s stripes. His pants hung so low (a piece of hairy ass looked out) that it seemed that only their genitals supported them. At least he would have made his shirt, but he still communicates with the guests of the country. Anyway. He took me to the authorities, where I met with the very head of the border guard, Major Sh., Whom he sued in 2006. He recognized me even before I entered his office, and shouted, calling me by name and surname (this is such a professional memory!) That I would wait outside. A minute later he called me into the office.