In our high-speed world, customs officials are seen as a delay. The atmosphere in Travelocity is full of 1950s tranquillity, but looking at this work from our fast-moving world (including terrorism), this peace and quiet can only appear deceptive. A jovial uncle-type American customs officer is checking the suitcases of a well-turned-out young man. There are no neon lights, long queues or so much as a drop of sweat to be seen. As usual in eddie d's work, the staccato editing and the soundtrack pulverize all that seems to be self-evident. The locks on the suitcases sound as rhythmical as machine-gun fire. Lids open and close, and human bodies sway jerkily back and forth. As a matter of routine, with eyes closed, the young globetrotter and the experienced customs officer carry on exuding innocence.