Two weeks in the USA.
It started with getting an early leave from the school which was a stroke of luck and experience. I returned home after much resentment from my classmates. For the two days I was home, there was a dentist appointment, shopping, eating, and did I mention shopping? Then, the real trip to the USA started with a highly inconvenient and long flight to Chicago. People were splayed all over the room over benches and on the floor in seemingly uncomfortable positions, some were fast asleep while the others just looked as if they were being sucked into an invisible hole in the dull, white walls of the airport. All I could hear other than the incredibly frequent announcements were the distinct cries of babies. Babies , I would think bitterly nearly twelve hours later as I sat floating in troposphere, functioning on Trident gum. A thing that spending so much time on a flight teaches you is that time is a notion that humans have made up, that the Earth continues to ...