It’s been a
long time since I wrote the last post. At
first I wanted to write about why my expectations weren’t completed. And why my
initial points of view changed after the first days in Madrid. Anyway my
perception blew up last night. Being an expatriate is not easy. You make a
change in your life buy your acquaintances don’t. Your life-rhythm is still in
evolution if not it reached the top of a different level but your whole
surround goes on with their same lives. However you expect something else,
something different and you feel disappointed if you aren’t mature enough.
15:08. Now
I’m supposed to be on a plane, flying to Copenhagen and full of happiness to be
back in Roskilde. Airports, aircraft and all the air things are not as
efficient as we would like them to be, so because of that I’m finishing my
lunch in a trendy but stinky cafeteria in the Terminal 2. Beef, fries, salad
and a rotten apple. That’s my lunch. No, it’s not a good beginning for my way
back.
18:16 But
the main question is what to do? Just go around the duty free stores. They
aren’t as duty free as they presume to be. I can find better bargains outside. The
poor Spaniard is back. Perfumes, clothes, chocolates. Nothing interesting at
all. If only they would sell a sharp knife to use when you feel self-aggressive
whilst waiting for your delayed flight. That’s because of a terrible headache. A group
of fourteen Portuguese people clapping, yelling and noising but also making a
drinking beer competition. And don’t mention the children in the short period
on the plane. Crying, crying, crying. I didn’t want to fly with damn kids.
Then, just
wait. Because if my plane even takes off soon and I get Copenhagen, I will
still have a long train-journey from Kastrup Airport to Trekoner, and carry
with my suitcase up-hill to Korallen. Danish protestant God why do you hate me so
much?
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