The story
of my week; how I managed to clear customs in Rome with Michael Madsen as his
spouse and shared Gezi protest memories.
Arrived in
Fumicino airport in Rome, the new terminal, majesticly large, but yet exactly
three passport control officers. I am prepared for this everytime I come here,
so quietly attended the very well organized que. Until when around 300 Russian
speaking people swarmed around me, bypassed the entire que and lined up in a
mass hysterical manner in front the by now invisible control points. I tried to
hang in there for some ten minutes till I thought I was about to faint from
lack of oxygen, smell of sweat and children bumping to my laptop bag. Then I
decided to skip the whole thing and go back to find a chair alone and started stressing
about how to make it the press meetings and rehearsal for my speech I need to
deliver at the opening of Maker Faire tomorrow.
A very tall
man came and sat close to me. We were the only two people who refused to stand
up in the line or even take the chance, and as I was huffing and puffing and
making frantic phone calls, he was doing the same. After a while we started
chatting on solutions. We tried various options, appropriate and inappropriate
which all proved to be not working. By this time stranger was looking all very
familiar, he was wearing very peculiar snakeskin boots, many rings and
certainly was fresh out of Los Angeles Melrose Avenue. I gathered he is some
sort of actor that I have seen in my previous life but just could not gather
who it was.
I was
chatting with half of the Alitalia officers by then at the airport anyway to
find a way out. We plotted on how we get assistance.. If he just could not
walk… I said they wont buy it. He said ‘I am an actor’. He said just tell them
you are my wife and I will say my knee popped out. I asked him his name, he
said Michael Madsen. Then it all came to me… He was the man in my favourite
ever movie Reservoir Dogs. He was the guy at Kill Bill. So there I went for
some half hour, running around, convinced Alitalia that my husband who was
coming from LA via London popped his knee out and could not walk and we needed
assistance badly; and by the way he was a very famous American actor who came
in for George Clooney wedding (not sure where that came from).