Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Terminal man

Okay, I've officially been in this airport for twenty four hours. I think that's long enough to say I've lived here.

Flight cancellations (riots in Cairo), new tickets, last minute surprises and calls to Ghana to get proof of employment, I've done it all.

Eating, reading, sleeping, exercise, music, movies, I could live in here...if I really had to. Of course, it's better than farting around outside in Dubai.

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When I woke up this morning, I couldn't find my little clarinet in its little briefcase. When I finally went to the airport police's lost and found office, they told me someone probably took it thinking it had money in it.

Good day to you, sir.

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