When I was 20 got shot by accident
(the only time in my life I left a weapon loaded, the rule is no cartrige in the chamber until you fire) by an 8 year old, and the bullet ended in my lower spine, above the coxis & rubbing the spinal medula. Taking it out would put me in a wheel chair. So she is my faithfull companion since those days. Begining the 80's I had a bussines trip to USA and coming back, after buying an inmense LEGO & a bag of marbles for my kids, I was going through the San Antonio airport scaner, while my bagage was going through something like an X ray machine. An alarm went off: with the corner of my eye I saw 4 male officers unstraping their holders while they advanced towards me from every corner & fast. The female officer in front of me ordered that I open my bagage, started pulling things out like they were stinking, acording to her facial expresion, and said with relief: "OH!! Marbles..." at my kid's gift. I asked what she thougt they were & she answered: "Bullets". The 4 male officers restraped their holders while going back to their respective corners. I was not mistreated nor apologized, all was so fast & to the point.
Must have been my companion detected by the scaner...

just bought the marbles by impulse. How do you explain a bullet in your spine in a foreign country??
