Via FP, Laurie Garrett writes an account that would be hilarious if it weren't horrifying: I'm Back From Liberia and Under a (Self-Imposed) Quarantine in Brooklyn. This excerpt describes her departure from Liberia; her arrivals in Brussels and New York only made matters worse:
The next airport checkpoint required a careful search of my luggage, as Liberia does not want animal or food products that could possibly be contaminated with the Ebola virus to be taken overseas. After that, routine baggage check and ticketing was followed by an absurdly crowded immigration and flight security experience.
I was routed down a narrow hallway to a row of three passport checkpoints. Once my passport was exit-stamped, I was instructed to go back into that narrow hall and line up along the wall for standard airport carry-on and body security checks. The passageway was so narrow that it was impossible for other passengers to get to the passport windows or back in the security line without hitting me.
After weeks of careful adherence to "social distancing" -- avoiding all physical contact to prevent Ebola infection -- this seemed the hallway from hell.
A scientist I know from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) was standing in the security line a few passengers behind me, and he hollered to me, "If you didn't get Ebola during your time in Liberia, you'll get it now!"