...and they never saw him again.
OK, it didn't actually happen, but the 15 minutes at Yerevan passport control, against the 15/20 seconds of everyone else, have been... harrowing. The officer kept looking at the first page through some small magnifying glass, he called two other officers and a guard, kept looking at me, looked through the magnifying glass again, asked to see both boarding passes (Milan>Moscow and Moscow>Yerevan) and if I had another document with me, which I didn't. Then he used the magnifying glass again and passed it to the other officer so he could do the same. Then looked at me again, at which point I was genuinely scared, but then he let me go. Seems like Armenia doesn't love me as much as I love it, judging by how troublesome are my border affairs.
OK, it didn't actually happen, but the 15 minutes at Yerevan passport control, against the 15/20 seconds of everyone else, have been... harrowing. The officer kept looking at the first page through some small magnifying glass, he called two other officers and a guard, kept looking at me, looked through the magnifying glass again, asked to see both boarding passes (Milan>Moscow and Moscow>Yerevan) and if I had another document with me, which I didn't. Then he used the magnifying glass again and passed it to the other officer so he could do the same. Then looked at me again, at which point I was genuinely scared, but then he let me go. Seems like Armenia doesn't love me as much as I love it, judging by how troublesome are my border affairs.
In the end everything was OK, and as soon as I got to the baggage claim I spotted my backpack on the belt, which greatly improved my mood, as I was a bit worried by the short layover in Moscow. I didn't have the guts to check if the gods of travellers kept my treats safe from harm, though.
I then met the awesome Tatev and her awesome friends, who awesomely picked me up (at damn 02:00am) and awesomely drove me to the hostel. Apparently, when I was out of the car to withdraw money, a famous Armenian soap opera actor offered his help to park the car. Why do I miss all the funny bits? And the ATM didn't even work! Anyway, time to call it a night and considering it's 03:40am, no truer words were spoken.
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