The airport is one of the Stasi's favorite playgrounds. These three photos show how playful it can be.
This is at the Newark Airport, after spending a weekend in NYC to meet another self proclaimed target to first, verify he was for real, and second, compare notes.
I move around a lot from seat to seat to get away from these people, but they are persistent. This zersetzung stalker, who I assumed a cadet, was pretty funny. It sits down next to me -- that's my luggage to the left -- and I get up to take a few snapshots. Instead of confronting me it played with its belly button.