Access Control (or the lack thereof) in litterature: how not to implement border control…
I have started reading Hemingway’s masterpiece “Fiesta, the sun also rises” during my commute to/from work. Apart from being an interesting insight into post-war Europe, it also gave a brilliant example of access control being overturned… Just then an old man with long, sunburned hair and beard, and clothes that looked as though they were made of gunny- sacking, came striding up to the bridge. He was carrying a long staff, and he had a kid slung on his back, tied by the four legs, the head hanging down. The carabineer waved him back with his sword. The man turned without saying anything, and started back up the white road into Spain. “What’s the matter with the old one?” I […]
