I am writing to stay awake with no precise thought and nothing to distract me. My eyes shut of their own accord as I sit on a hard metal chair, huddled into my jacket and my scarf over my nose, the tip of my left hand prickling with numbness from jotting down these words. Sleep would be so sweet.

The Tegel airport is definitely sad by its lack of facilities and decidedly not early-morning friendly. This is where I have to wait for an hour before being allowed through security. I came here very early simply to trick the exhaustion. Staying at the hostel was dangerous; a comfortable pillow was enough to put me into a deep coma. Two nights without sleep and I decided to give myself the best chances to actually make it to Thailand.

Airports have a strange aura. They are filled with separations, goodbyes, tearful eyes and backward glances.

Airports are interesting places. Suitcases roll next to their owners in a defeaning orchestra of wheels on concrete. My ears are craving the sound of silence. Most people this morning are lone travelers like myself though some couples are seen. Airports have a strange aura. They are filled with separations, goodbyes, tearful eyes and backward glances. They are also the beginning of an adventure. Flying has its own fashion sense where comfort is key and no judgment will be given on the baggiest trousers and over worn sweater. People try to pass time, to keep busy until the right announcement. They eat and drink and the wait shortens. They walk in circles aimlessly. They waste time. The smartphone is all the rage for wasting time.

An airport is a limbo. We’ve consciously left our last destination but are yet to start our journey for the next one.

My eyes shut slowly. Let’s go on a walk around.

             

The Writer

I write stuff for fun, if it was for a living I would be homeless.

Find out more about me, Stefanie, here.

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