Somebody, eventually, shouted at me from the watchtower, informing me that I was in the restricted area, and ordering me to leave immediately. I left. Nobody came after me. Today, probably, I’d be surrounded by armed security forces, arrested, interrogated, my camera seized and the film erased. And these innocent pictures of an old, burned, destroyed helicopter, used exclusively for training purposes, would not be available to you.
And if I didn’t do it, how would I see this graffiti inside the helicopter? Did I harm anybody by doing it? No. Did anybody harm me for doing it? No. That was the America we knew and liked.