
By a squeaky subway and a noisy bus, how many times have I been to the airport?
After flying over the ocean and trans-continental, messed-up flights, I have arrived at a big airport that I had never been before.
I don't remember how I managed to get to a bus stop at the night without a skill of speaking another language.
I picked up a phone and put it back.
My hands got sweaty with my nervousness.
How many times have I flown over the ocean that had once been a war field.
I can see small boats and a big ship on the ocean between clouds.
A flight attendant speaks my language with accents and intonations that I have never heard of.
How many times will I be able to fly?
"Do you see different kinds of people here?"
"Because it is an international airport."
"People are arriving from all over the world."
"You can call them foreigners, but you will be a foreigner, too, when you leave from this airport."
I sat down on a chair and looked at a big air plane that I was boarding through the window.
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