why am I still surprised?

I know that life here is made up of a whole lotta unfair shit... the stuff that war crime tribunals are made of...so why do I still get surprised when I hear yet another story? Today I was sitting in a sheesy coffee shop with a friend, reading a story she wrote about her chronic encounters with guys, young and old, who can't seem to avoid Israeli prisons no matter how much of an upstanding (non)citizen they try to be. In fact, it seems like the more upstanding one is, the more likely it is he'll get a knock at the door one evening. So as I'm reading her story, I see Mohammed, the roommate of a friend of mine come in. I said hey... thought you were going to Spain? I don't know the details but Mohammed was invited by some organization over there to give a speaking tour about the effects of the Wall. Turns out I was right, he should have been in Spain, but the Israelis wouldn't let him out of the "country"... or rather... over the bridge that connects the West Bank with Jordan. We all know that West Bankers aren't allowed to use the airport in Tel Aviv, so they use the next one a border-line away in Jordan. Or maybe not. He told me very matter-of-factly that he's required to have a meeting with an Israeli intelligence officer before he can leave, but when he showed up to his appointment, they just made him wait a couple hours before they said, come back later. Yeah. That's how it goes.