The machinations pretending it's not is what pushes it into being worse.
It's not a question of fuel, it's a question of geometry. You have two options, comply or death.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evo_Morales_grounding_incide...
They were going to refuel in the Canary Islands, but Spain blocked access to Spanish airspace if they wouldn't subject themselves to a search. Italy, Spain, and France had all blocked access to their airspace and they were boxed in. Austria also admits they only gave landing permission (to a plane already in their airspace, that even then tried saying it was an emergency that they need to land) under the condition that they consent to a search.
So yeah, like I was saying, it was ultimately a question of them being boxed in while over NATO airspace.
The end point, yes, they were threatened with their plane being cut off from all options and falling out of the sky if they didn't submit themselves to a search. Just as deadly as a gun to their head. I'm not sure how your citation could be interpreted to back up your original argument.
- All mentions of Canary Island refueling are post Austria landing
- Spain is the conditional search-for-landing country (comment given by Spanish PM in aftermath of Austria landing)
- Morales’ flight requested to land in Austria because of fuel reading issues, not geometry.
There is no indication of “boxing in”, unless Belarus, Ukraine, and Russia are part of it. The flight had permission through Poland, Czechia, and Austria before being denied Italy, France, and Spain. Morales called their bluff by landing in Austria instead of calling Czechia’s or Poland’s by heading back to Russia and proving the box-in.
We’re left with “More airspace walls & boxing-in” being entirely hypothetical and untested, “geometry > fuel” with a flight choosing to land because of fuel issues, and an end point in Vienna because they never turned around.
A gun to one’s head is much simpler, and indeed significantly more threatening than the convoluted political games involved in searching a diplomatic flight, if only for the reason I can’t call the gunman’s bluff by simply sitting down in Austria.