Zurich Again

I have left the dungeon. Eventually after not being spoken to for over an hr, when I was directly facing the concierge’s desk or whatever the world you would call it, I finally went up and asked them if I could leave. They said if I would wait another hour they would then take me to my gate or I could walk. I didn’t think I could wait another 5 minutes in this place, so I decided to walk. So, I went through security again. A guy told me I needed to check my bag, which I interpreted as well, that I needed to check my bag and therefore could not carry it on. I asked him why I needed to do this. He stopped what he was doing, looked at me, and said, “Because I said so.” He then turned and walked away. Nice fellow he was. When another man came and asked me to open all the compartments, it then dawned on me that when they said “check” they actually meant “search”. I was much relieved after this discovered fact. Just as I thought security was over and I wouldn’t have to deal with these swiss people much longer, a lady grabbed my arm and somewhat dragged me to room in the middle of the walkway. I had thought that it was too good to be true to get through without being extensively searched, and it turns out I was right. So I was wanded, patted down, felt up, or “searched” while the rest of my belongings waited outside. I got the eerie feeling that as I was being searched, the rest of the workers were secretly robbing me. Thankfully this turned out to be irrational paranoia, for everything was right were I left it. I then proceeded to slowly walk to my gate, becoming a little more at ease with the airport, once I saw that numerous beers were sold at each coffee stand. Although the swiss didn’t seem very nice, everything was over priced, and the design of the building—from the vending machines to bathrooms and drinking fountains—was alienish and difficult to use, I did have to admit that it was cool that cold beer was served every 20 feet, with numerous liquor stores in between, though it was too pricey to make it worth my while. I made it to my gate, to find that everyone around me was speaking Spanish; I instantly felt 1000x more at ease. Well off to help a swiss BA tourism major with some research project. Hopefully soon I will be in Valencia, Spain and fare much better there!