Chapter 21
Roissy—Charles de Gaulle airport, France, 2003
Arik grabbed the handle on the case of his precious guitar. “No!” he said, looking at the security officer at the Roissy Charles de Gaulle airport. He’d had that guitar since he was fifteen. It had been with him for ten years—that was a lifetime relationship! There was no way he was going to let that stupid dog sniff it, lick it, or worse, scratch it.
“Non,” he repeated using one of few words in his French vocabulary inventory.
The officer responded with a stream of French and pointed at the drug-detecting dog, who sat down and poked a pink tongue out from between its teeth. Arik had no problem with dogs. He might even like them. But he certainly did not like this one accusing him of carrying drugs through the airport. He didn’t
