departure

This time it was harder to leave than ever before. I was nervous about simple preparaions like insurance, vacciation and VISA and they all fell like enourmosly complicated issues to arrange. Even though I was going to South America the continent of my fantasies it did not give me ease this time, and I felt both sad and unproportionally scared. But I guess once goodbye ceremonies are over and you find yourself sitting at an airport gate, things become easier.

The time a 22 hour journey offers for reflection and thoughts should not be underestimated. No matter how borinbg it can feel it offers quite some time to think about this that and nothing specific.

Entering the US was a hustle like always. Fill in forms, take fingerprints, shoot pictures and ask strange question. when I told mr Bordercontrol ´I am not staying in the US´he answered me ´thats good.´ The nervous and cold atmosphere by the security gates put me in a false belief that a terrorist attack was going to occur any moment and when a staff member started yelling about an abandoned bang I was just waiting for the big explotion. I felt extremely confused during my 3 hour stay in New York airport and choosing a sandwich took me ages and deciding where to sit down and eat it was even harder. I felt like a prime time zombie taking myself to gate 73.

I watched the MIsisippi river from the airplane window, and is is a beatiful river, thats all I can say, and looking at it while listening to Old Crow Medicine show put me in a mood of sentimentality. Then the screen in front of me informed that the outside temperature was -51 Celcuis and I started feeling cold. I dont know if the fact that the Houston airport was called George Bush Intercontinental made me even colder.