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Los pasajeros, al desnudo

El aeropuerto de Amsterdam instala unos novedosos detectores que exploran el cuerpo en busca de metales o explosivos ocultos en la ropa

No contentos con obligar a los pasajeros a quitarse desde el cinturón a los zapatos, con cachearles, con medir su temperatura corporal por si sufren gripe aviar y con impedirles llevar lÃquidos, los aeropuertos cuentan desde ahora con nuevos detectores de seguridad que les permiten ver a los viajeros al desnudo. Esta máquina con aspecto de rayos X pero sin sus permiciosos efectos explora el cuerpo para descubrir armas y explosivos ocultos en la ropa. Ya la usa, en primicia mundial, el aeródromo de Schiphol en Amsterdam, aunque de momento pasar por sus pantallas es voluntario.

A pesar de lo que pueda parecer por las imágenes, que revelan los contornos del cuerpo a través de la ropa, el llamado security scan system no usa rayos X sino inofensivas ondas de radio milimétricas que muestran imágenes delanteras y traseras de los pasajeros desde la cabeza a los pies. Estas ondas se reflejan en los pasajeros y envÃan la imagen, de modo que no tiene nada que ver con las radiografÃas de los hospitales, que sà atraviesan el cuerpo. Los estudios realizados por el Instituto holandés de Ciencia Aplicada han mostrado que las ondas que usa este escáner son más de seis mil veces menos intensas que el estándar permitido por la Unión Europea.

The passengers, to the naked one The airport of Amsterdam installs novel detectors that explore the hidden body in search of metals or explosives in the clothes Noncontentments with forcing the passengers to take off from the belt to the shoes, with frisking to them, measuring their corporal temperature by if they undergo bird influenza and with preventing to take liquids them, the airports count from now on new detectors of security that allow to see the travellers al them naked. This machine with aspect of x-rayses but without their permiciosos effects explores the body to discover hidden arms and explosives in the clothes. It already uses it, in world-wide primicia, the aerodrome of Schiphol in Amsterdam, although at the moment to happen through its screens is voluntary. In spite of which it can seem by the images, that they reveal the contours of the body through the clothes, the call security scan system does not use x-rayses but inoffensive milimétricas radio waveses that show front and back images of the passengers from the head the feet. These waves are reflected in the passengers and send the image, so that it does not have anything to do with the x-rays of the hospitals, that yes cross the body. The studies made by the Dutch Institute of Applied Science have shown that the waves that use this to escáner are more than six thousand times less intense than the standard allowed by the European Union.

I read All Summer in a Day earlier today. Still depressing.

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."

"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?

"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"

"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.

The gingham dog and the calico cat
Side by side on the table sat;
'Twas half-past twelve, and (what do you think!)
Nor one nor t'other had slept a wink!
The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate
Appeared to know as sure as fate
There was going to be a terrible spat.
(I wasn't there; I simply state
What was told to me by the Chinese plate!)

The gingham dog went " Bow-wow-wow!"
And the calico cat replied "Me-ow!"
The air was littered,an hour or so,
With bits of gingham and calico,
While the old Dutch clock in the chimney place
Up with it hands before its face,
For it always dreaded a family row!
(Now mind: I'm only telling you
What the old Dutch clock declares is true!)

The Chinese plate looked very blue,
And wailed,"Oh dear! What shall we do!"
But the gingham dog and the calico cat
Wallowed this way and tumbled that,
Employing every tooth and claw
In the awfullest way you ever saw-
And oh! how the gingham and calico flew!
(Don't fancy I exaggerate!
I got my news from the Chinese plate!)

Next morning where the two had sat
They found no trace of dog or cat;
And some folks think unto this day
That burglars stole the pair away!
But the truth about the cat and pup
Is this: they ate each other up!
Now what do you really think of that!
(The old Dutch clock, it told me so,
And that is how I came to know.)