It felt like something out of a bad cliche spy movie. I walk up to the passport control window super nervous on the inside but trying to hold it together on the outside when the passport control lady barely looks at my passport before she asked me if I was with the group. I answered yes and was swiftly taken to a holding room where most of the members of my group were being detained. I ended up spending two hours in that room but that was definitely luckier then those who spent most of the day there.
It just felt like a tactic to intimidate us more than security measures. I felt irritated but glad I did not have to catch an 11hr flight back home. This “un-welcome” to Israel now seems like an appropriate warning for what I've felt since.