[Author's
Note: I arrived in Tunis on September 10th,
2010 and left two months later. The Arab
Spring began in Tunisia on December 18th,
2010, a day after the self-immolation of Mohamed
Bouazizi. I missed the festivities by about a month or so. Some
would say I dodged a bullet but I cannot help feeling like I missed
the boat. How often do you have the chance to watch history unfold
from the front row? It is interesting for me to go back and read
about my experiences at the time. Yes, I could almost taste
repression in the air but if you told me the powder keg was about to
ignite I would have been incredulous in the extreme. Yet, there it
was boiling just beneath the surface. Keep this in mind when reading
my Tunisia posts. It makes for a fascinating subtext.]
One police dude executed a pointless check of our trunk. Another asked me about soccer. Close to the Table we had to stop and register in the town of Kaalat es-Senan. On the way out the town right below the Table we were tailed to the edge of town and then stopped about 15 minutes later at a checkpoint.