August 6th, 2003:
CGK. Gerbang E
A pile of luggage on each trolley. Sweat shirt on a 30 degree. Sun glasses. Crying moms. Excited friends. Lost sisters and little brothers. Grandma and granddad, not knowing what exactly need to be expected. Boyfriends or girlfriends, either trying to be as close as possible to the surrounding, or as far as possible to avoid emotion.Some break ups, some hugs.
20 kids. 16-17ish. a circle, each with a brown big envelope. a yellow tag, huge luggage, a ticket not knowing exactly where on earth it would take them. yet, the chance of being away from parents is both super duper thrilling and frightening. a step passing the immigration line, is indeed what takes you from here to god-knows-where.
Early July 2004:
Washington D.C
20 degrees. Short shorts and short shirts. 20 pounds more.
July 3rd, 2004:
Frankfurt. Gate E 21.
Last shift, 2 hours prior to the flight.10 hours after a long flight. Some coffee from MacDonald, with 80% level of caffeine, and a 25 cent ketchup for each wish of adding taste to your buds. Some people wearing-Greek-flag for God knows what.
a stack of bags piling up. a smell of cajuput oil tree and some minty balsamic. a friend giving a head massage. a huge mentos, a moose stuff animal. another 2 hours, after arriving for 5 hours.
a trip through the skywalk, a secluded waiting area, 20 minutes of sleep.
good time. fun jokes. lame tricks.
20 kids, 17-18, lost in between.
not ready to go home after they left home.
not ready to set the future, after been told the they're the future.
2009: here and there
spread out. here and there. around 23ish.
a few marriages, added with some media coverage, love stories, smoking, some drinks, midnight rendez-vous, sleep over, birthday parties, personal visits, gain some kilos, loose some kilos, future talks, reminiscing,some lost contact - re-established by the oh-so-wonderful-book of faces;
stories of achievements - that somehow has been comprehended is not a matter who gets acknowledged of what by whom, but more of the unspeakable understanding all along there would be time that each would get there after all that has been done.
losing a bit of oneself, gaining a bit of one own.
some small physical and philosophical adjustment here and there.
nevertheless, we knew its been there after all.
thus what probably matters would be: what was, not what is.
or is it?
CGK. Gerbang E
A pile of luggage on each trolley. Sweat shirt on a 30 degree. Sun glasses. Crying moms. Excited friends. Lost sisters and little brothers. Grandma and granddad, not knowing what exactly need to be expected. Boyfriends or girlfriends, either trying to be as close as possible to the surrounding, or as far as possible to avoid emotion.Some break ups, some hugs.
20 kids. 16-17ish. a circle, each with a brown big envelope. a yellow tag, huge luggage, a ticket not knowing exactly where on earth it would take them. yet, the chance of being away from parents is both super duper thrilling and frightening. a step passing the immigration line, is indeed what takes you from here to god-knows-where.
Early July 2004:
Washington D.C
20 degrees. Short shorts and short shirts. 20 pounds more.
July 3rd, 2004:
Frankfurt. Gate E 21.
Last shift, 2 hours prior to the flight.10 hours after a long flight. Some coffee from MacDonald, with 80% level of caffeine, and a 25 cent ketchup for each wish of adding taste to your buds. Some people wearing-Greek-flag for God knows what.
a stack of bags piling up. a smell of cajuput oil tree and some minty balsamic. a friend giving a head massage. a huge mentos, a moose stuff animal. another 2 hours, after arriving for 5 hours.
a trip through the skywalk, a secluded waiting area, 20 minutes of sleep.
good time. fun jokes. lame tricks.
20 kids, 17-18, lost in between.
not ready to go home after they left home.
not ready to set the future, after been told the they're the future.
2009: here and there
spread out. here and there. around 23ish.
a few marriages, added with some media coverage, love stories, smoking, some drinks, midnight rendez-vous, sleep over, birthday parties, personal visits, gain some kilos, loose some kilos, future talks, reminiscing,some lost contact - re-established by the oh-so-wonderful-book of faces;
stories of achievements - that somehow has been comprehended is not a matter who gets acknowledged of what by whom, but more of the unspeakable understanding all along there would be time that each would get there after all that has been done.
losing a bit of oneself, gaining a bit of one own.
some small physical and philosophical adjustment here and there.
nevertheless, we knew its been there after all.
thus what probably matters would be: what was, not what is.
or is it?
3 comments:
this is sweet :D
aahh, runi,thanks.. you know, it's both a great relief, a pressure, and a bit "haha-i-know-i'm-that-good-in-writing" all at the same time..
hmmm....nice rass. Very nice indeed. and very true, too.
Nisa
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