Airport stories

[flaviomatani]

The girl in the queue at the airport looked back towards the crowd, perhaps to the country she was leaving behind and burst in silent tears; she then looked at me and beamed a smile at me through her tears... and disappeared in the crowd never to be seen again when I had to run as they were calling out my flight number....

Comments

[bulletproofcat.livejournal.com]

airports are such places of mixed emotion aren't they. I love them.

[mark13.livejournal.com]

Totally. On weird sleepless nights when I lived in West London I used to leap in the car and drive the twenty minutes down to Heathrow, as the restless nature of the place seemed somehow comforting.