I have only a week left. Many people ask how is your vacation? it's a funny thing to say about me going home... it's been 17 days of hectic heavily saturated eventful time. I haven't seen all of my friends/relatives yet and for that i'm sorry. I still have a week left though and i'll try to see everybody at least once. I'm not sure why i am writing all this or if it's interesting... just today I woke up to the sunshine coming through the window and the 17 days I've been here passed in my mind. It's been a relief for me to see people still treat me the same, that they didn't change - their life did but they didn't. That their attitude towards me stayed the same - i couldn't be happier to be wrong. i thought since i moved with time friendships will start diminishing and sooner or later we will only have old memories to talk about otherwise it will be awkward silence. i was afraid of this and so nervous before seeing someone... but now i know it's not gonna happen. and as funny as it is some people were worried about the same and it was a relief for them that i didn't change at all as they said i was the same Irina they knew years ago - even the looks stayed the same. i guess i'm just feeling happy and lucky to have all the people i have in my life. to still have them by my side.
so far i had a wonderful time and if i was given the chance to redo these 17 days i wouldn't have changed a thing. even though some days were exhausting and i would just pass out on the couch sometimes... still - there hasn't been a moment i regret during my stay in Yerevan.
you ask me if the city has changed? not really.. i've noticed a couple minor changes towards the better but all in all it's the yerevan i know, it's the city i grew up in, it's the city i'll call home till the rest of my life.
god, my posts can be cheesy sometimes. i'll go bite a lemon to quit smiling in such a way before i say more stuff.
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Monday, January 17, 2011
Friday, November 27, 2009
trip to Armenia - part 3
baptizing Michal
so to get married in Armenian church we had to baptize Michael first. But first thing we did on Sunday was shopping i think :)) with mom. just like in old days - we'd go to our favorite boutiques on Abovian street, then go sit at "Triumph" cafe, have armenian coffee and gin and tonic or anything else. for that matter i had martini because it's made differently in the US and i just missed the one i was used to. and mom would smoke but now we smoked together :))
anyways. then we went to the church where we were to get married.
my aunt Irina
me and Michael
everything was so beautiful there..
smb was getting married in that church so we had to wait. i was curious how it all would go and what i'd have to explain and translate. but there was a pleasant surprise awaiting - i didn't have to translate anything because the priests spoke very good english (among other languages).
Michael, mom, aunt, Sergey (aunt's husband)
Hovik (my mom's boss and a good friend, and Michael's soon to be godfather), and same people as in previous photo :))
baptizing
and it was over. we decided to take a small tour and show Michael the rest of the church, including the tomb of st. Hripsime
yes it's that bench again.. i just like the lighting on it.
the tomb. the room it was in was so tiny that i couldn't get a better point of view.. i was already squished into the wall.
then of course we went to celebrate - that is to drink champagne :) we went to "777" where our engagement party took place. then we went home. i don't think we did anything else that day - just had a pleasant dinner all together and talked for hours.
so to get married in Armenian church we had to baptize Michael first. But first thing we did on Sunday was shopping i think :)) with mom. just like in old days - we'd go to our favorite boutiques on Abovian street, then go sit at "Triumph" cafe, have armenian coffee and gin and tonic or anything else. for that matter i had martini because it's made differently in the US and i just missed the one i was used to. and mom would smoke but now we smoked together :))
anyways. then we went to the church where we were to get married.
my aunt Irina
me and Michael
everything was so beautiful there..
smb was getting married in that church so we had to wait. i was curious how it all would go and what i'd have to explain and translate. but there was a pleasant surprise awaiting - i didn't have to translate anything because the priests spoke very good english (among other languages).
Michael, mom, aunt, Sergey (aunt's husband)
Hovik (my mom's boss and a good friend, and Michael's soon to be godfather), and same people as in previous photo :))
baptizing
and it was over. we decided to take a small tour and show Michael the rest of the church, including the tomb of st. Hripsime
yes it's that bench again.. i just like the lighting on it.
the tomb. the room it was in was so tiny that i couldn't get a better point of view.. i was already squished into the wall.
then of course we went to celebrate - that is to drink champagne :) we went to "777" where our engagement party took place. then we went home. i don't think we did anything else that day - just had a pleasant dinner all together and talked for hours.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
sunday - canoeing
i'm gonna skip saturday for now as i uploaded photos from canoeing trip first.
we arranged to meet at 9.45 in Madison. somehow we were the first to arrive :)) i met with Tasha's dad Rich who was the organizer of the trip. he was a very nice and funny man. the company was big - and i didn't know the majority of people. there was us, Tasha and Jason, Gregg and Cathlene, Tasha's sister Tara and her friend Randy, and that was it for me. the other's were mostly Rich's friends - older than us.
once everything was ready we drove to the place - something like a little camp. from there a van took us to the starting point at the river. everybody got into canoes and we started off. it was cloudy and rained slightly which wasn't fun and everybody hoped the weather would not go worse - and it didn't :)
(Jason and Tasha, Tara and Randy)
it was very relaxing - slowly moving down the river, socializing. every so often several canoes would stick together and nobody would row - just float. sometimes canoes would bump into each other. that's how people would get accquainted - "hello my name is... and this is.. and we are about to bump into you" :D
we would make little breaks - to have some snacks or to rest a bit, or for other needs :D
this was the first break - and this was when my camera was discovered. some people made comments, and then were wondering if it's waterproof. they decided i was a brave girl to take such an expensive camera without protecting it from water (i did protect the lense - i had a UV filter on so that water wouldn't get on the lense itself). to the question "what if you fall into water??" i replied "i'm just not going to :)". i wasn't because i had a camera on me :D and well if you don't do this:
this will not happen:
i did want to wrack our canoe though - so that Michael would end up in the water - even though i would to it would be worth it. but oh well then next time - when i don't have a cam with me :D
then somehow it turned out that all canoes stopped at the same place. and somebody called "camera girl! take a photo". i said okay.. and i stood up in the canoe which made people go "oh my god she's standing up!!!" but it was safe! canoes were sticked together so tightly and Michael was holding ours stand completely still, so it wasn't that crazy.
we were in the middle so i didn't end up getting one picture of everybody :( but oh well.
at one of the stops there was a tree almost parallel to the ground. i liked Tasha's attitude "let's climb that tree!!!" so we did. then i passed the camera and we starting showing off. this is Irina the tourist, Tasha the cougar, and Catlene the model :D
this lady fell when she was getting out of the canoe (the tricky part).. and i instead of going to help her started taking pictures. yes maybe you're right and i'm a paparazzi.. bad girl anyway :)
and of course there was alcohol - beer, wine, and a cocktail Tasha made for us the girls:
then we got tired and tried to make ourselves more comfortable:
it was so nice to let the guys do the rowing part and just chill out. i was eating an italian sub (long sandwich) at the time and Michael said i could imagine myself in Venice - on a boat, having somebody row, and eating italian food :D however sometimes it was the vice versa :D
and some random illustrated facts:
what a woman can do for a kiss:
trip organizer Rich
somebody got a bad sunburn
my sweet captain of the canoe:
it was a very nice day - got to know different people and talking to them was fun. me and Mike had to retell our story several times :)) and in case somebody reads my blog here's a wiki link about Armenia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Armenia and a link to photos http://armeniaphotos.info/.
we arranged to meet at 9.45 in Madison. somehow we were the first to arrive :)) i met with Tasha's dad Rich who was the organizer of the trip. he was a very nice and funny man. the company was big - and i didn't know the majority of people. there was us, Tasha and Jason, Gregg and Cathlene, Tasha's sister Tara and her friend Randy, and that was it for me. the other's were mostly Rich's friends - older than us.
once everything was ready we drove to the place - something like a little camp. from there a van took us to the starting point at the river. everybody got into canoes and we started off. it was cloudy and rained slightly which wasn't fun and everybody hoped the weather would not go worse - and it didn't :)
(Jason and Tasha, Tara and Randy)
it was very relaxing - slowly moving down the river, socializing. every so often several canoes would stick together and nobody would row - just float. sometimes canoes would bump into each other. that's how people would get accquainted - "hello my name is... and this is.. and we are about to bump into you" :D
we would make little breaks - to have some snacks or to rest a bit, or for other needs :D
this was the first break - and this was when my camera was discovered. some people made comments, and then were wondering if it's waterproof. they decided i was a brave girl to take such an expensive camera without protecting it from water (i did protect the lense - i had a UV filter on so that water wouldn't get on the lense itself). to the question "what if you fall into water??" i replied "i'm just not going to :)". i wasn't because i had a camera on me :D and well if you don't do this:
this will not happen:
i did want to wrack our canoe though - so that Michael would end up in the water - even though i would to it would be worth it. but oh well then next time - when i don't have a cam with me :D
then somehow it turned out that all canoes stopped at the same place. and somebody called "camera girl! take a photo". i said okay.. and i stood up in the canoe which made people go "oh my god she's standing up!!!" but it was safe! canoes were sticked together so tightly and Michael was holding ours stand completely still, so it wasn't that crazy.
we were in the middle so i didn't end up getting one picture of everybody :( but oh well.
at one of the stops there was a tree almost parallel to the ground. i liked Tasha's attitude "let's climb that tree!!!" so we did. then i passed the camera and we starting showing off. this is Irina the tourist, Tasha the cougar, and Catlene the model :D
this lady fell when she was getting out of the canoe (the tricky part).. and i instead of going to help her started taking pictures. yes maybe you're right and i'm a paparazzi.. bad girl anyway :)
and of course there was alcohol - beer, wine, and a cocktail Tasha made for us the girls:
then we got tired and tried to make ourselves more comfortable:
it was so nice to let the guys do the rowing part and just chill out. i was eating an italian sub (long sandwich) at the time and Michael said i could imagine myself in Venice - on a boat, having somebody row, and eating italian food :D however sometimes it was the vice versa :D
and some random illustrated facts:
what a woman can do for a kiss:
trip organizer Rich
somebody got a bad sunburn
my sweet captain of the canoe:
it was a very nice day - got to know different people and talking to them was fun. me and Mike had to retell our story several times :)) and in case somebody reads my blog here's a wiki link about Armenia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Armenia and a link to photos http://armeniaphotos.info/.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
flight to America
Dec 4th
PREFACE
... alarm clock made bounce out of bed. looked at the time to find out i slept for 3.5 hours. great just great! worst idea ever! but oh well...
started getting ready to go, doing last small and annoying bits of packing, not really thinking or reflecting on the flight or my departure. with all these last hectic days i hadn't really thought much about it. i was just doing things, being there in Armenia in mind, not in America and not on the plane. so now i felt i hadn't prepared myself for the flight. i mean i didn't think anything through or didn't try to remember what i should do and how, didn't think of what to do in emergency situations... in fact this was my first flight since 96, and 3rd flight in my life. however the previous 2 were so different - i was not alone, i was a kid, just looking around, not worrying about *anything*. now i was to be on my own. completely.
i wasn't thinking about this all then. i was just making sure everything is packed. then Marina-Narine-Khachik arrived on their car, Hovik arrived on his - we were to go on his car. suddenly smb rang at the door. Goharic and Gabriel came over to say goodbye. i was in the shower. :D quickly got dressed, called Mary and Helen, they came over and we were set to go. me, Helen and Mary sat on the backseat of Hovik's car, talking on the way, waking up, watching how the night was slowly creeping away. i had never seen the city at such an early hour.
then we found out Hovik thought my flight was at 8.45 not 9.45... so we arrived 1 hour before we intended to be there. i took care of the registry and luggage. once everything was done, we sat at a cafe to have some coffee and talk. it was such nice and warm atmosphere that it looked like everybody forgot why we were there and we were just enjoying ourselves. we watched the sunrise and took some photos together.
PART 1 - from YEREVAN to PARIS
then it was time to go... standing in line, waiting to walk through the gate.. i felt kind of numb. started hugging people, trying to say smth to cheer them up and not to make them cry, once i gave a hug to aunt my eyes went wet, then hugged mom, and quickly walked through, telling myself "you will get back to this moment. you have no right to cry now or be disoriented. you are on your own. pull together!" it worked. especially since i went to some desk to be let out of country. everything went smoothly, nobody gave me any hard time about anything. i was being sweet and nice, and people were smiling at me which made me feel better and more confident.
then i boarded on plane. the stewards were mostly black, and french. their english was very funny. one of the stewards put my carry-on on the shelf for me, i sat by the window. soon a woman and her husband sat by my side.
the woman was about 50, her husband had some business in France and she was traveling with him. it was a nice couple. she kept talking to me, i told her my story, she told me about her family, her daughters, her grand-children. she was nice.
when the plane took off, i felt nothing but curiosity - no fear, no worry - just interest. and i *loved* being in turbulence :D crazy girl i know. i was taking some photos and the lady kept asking me "what are you taking a photo of?" every time i'd touch my cam.
it was kind of annoying to tell the truth. i was trying to read. she was reading a magazine, constantly grabbing on my shoulder, sowing a photo of some crazy armenian lady (really crazy and insane), and wanted me to say smth about it. then i put headphones on and started watching a movie in english. again she kept buzzing me telling me something. i started feeling pissed off. then she went to sleep! it was coooool! then she woke up and started talking about horoscopes, and telling me which sign had what character judging by her children and believing every word on horoscope. i was being polite, but seriously! it was annoying!
the movie was a very good one actually. and at a touching moment my lips started shaking and eyes grew wet. well anything could make me cry really - leaving home and dealing with it all. it just started hitting me. but i bottled it up especially since the woman might wake up and start asking many unnecessary questions. so i pulled myself together and decided to postpone that moment again.
anyway. when we were about to land i was wondering what would happen next, if i would be on time and actually would make it. i had to spend only 2 hours in Paris - and had to find the right terminal. suddenly the captain announced which terminal we were ladning at and oh my god! it was the one i needed for the next flight! i was so happy! then we landed, i wished the lady good luck and she wished me the same and we parted ways for good.
PART 2 - from PARIS to DETROIT
i asked a bunch of people where to go. all of them had such funny english that i wasn't sure i understood them right. then it was time for security control. they made me take off the coat, boots; then i had to take the notebook and other electronic stuff out of the carry-on bag. it wasn't fun at all! then i went for passport and visa control.
the lady had dark skin and actually i believe she was mexican. she was nice to me but it was difficult to understand her. i somehow explained myself and then a big black guy came over since the lady who was asking questions wanted something from him.
guy: why are you going to America?
me: to get married with my fiance - Michael Lambert.
guy: why are you marrying him? marry me!
me: !
me: ...
me: no no only him. you definitely don't look like him at all :D
him: marry me and stay in France!
me: no no no :D
then they gave me my passport and other stuff and i had to wait for boarding. i could have gone to some duty-free stores or could have given a call to Michael or home, or could have found a WI-FI area to talk to people online.. but i decided not to get distracted and not to waste time. and actually in 10 mins after i was done with passport check the boarding started!
it was a different plane - very big. as it turned out there was nobody to sit by my side. so i started reading. i was glad i had some time alone.
one of the stewards came and gave some forms to fill out. concerning the cost of imported goods. i was like "what? geeze how can i evaluate my stuff at all??". but i postponed filling it out. read the book, tried to get some sleep - i think i slept for an hour. listened to some music. cried twice. maybe because of tiredness, maybe because of the stress, maybe because of leaving. probably all together. i couldn't relax - i had to figure out that thing with the form, and i had to think about what i would do when i arrived etc.
i went to stewards' room. there were many of them and i started torturing them with questions. they were cheerful and easy-going.
me: excuse me, can you give me a pen to fill this out?
steward with a pen: but how can i be sure that you will return it? i need it you know?
me: oh well you can sit by my side while i'm filling this out (thinking: and help me with this damn paper!)
stewards: *whistle* oo-la-la!
the steward gave me the pen, the other one told me what to write. he said "just write approximately - who cares? just you have to kind of evaluate all together - cash, and all stuff you are bringing."
me: can i write just "gifts" rather than listing each gift?
steward: yeah it will be fine.
steward 2: gifts? why don't you give some to me???
me: haha
me: but i have stuff like jewelry, clothes...
steward: no no not your things!
as far as i figured i should have written the amount of cash i was bringing and evaluate goods that were to be given to smb else.
so i went to my place and filled it out. when the steward that gave me the pen was passing by i said "hey!"
him: the pennnnnnnnnnnnn!
me: here it is! with a gift for you :)
(i had attached the charm i was wearing on the coat - a little angel, with the word "angel" in russian on it)
the steward held it with fingers with the back side (which was just plain blue) facing him.
steward: oh this is very nice
me: ...
me: turn it first...
and i burst out laughing :D
he laughed too, tapped me on the shoulder and left. i kind of felt good about it. they all were friendly and helped me out so i wanted to give them smth.
then it was time for landing. i looked out of the window and thought "oh god! i AM in America! geeze! i'm on the other side of the planet! i still can't believe it!" America looked strange to me. even the shapeless shapes - like a pond, or whatever, looked designed by human, because they were so perfectly done.
landing... walking through a long corridor... another one... keep going... desks for passport control... "maybe i should have picked up the luggage first? am i doing it right?"... desk 22. i was so tired.. i was leaning against the carry-on's handle.. the man asked me a bunch of questions.. he was being nice too..
man: did you have hepatitis??
me: yeah.. A.. in 98
he got up to ask another guy some things. he was so surprised that i had had it. i didn't care.. the other guy said "that one is okay". then i got my passport back and to my question "what next?" was told to go get the luggage.
i thanked and left. my luggage was standing there and looked like it was the only one remaining. a man suggested me getting a cart. he helped me put the luggage on it. looked like he was wondering if i would yell at him for helping me and saying smth like "i don't need your help! i can do it myself!" and felt relief when i gave him a tired smile and even more tired "thank you very much". i asked where i had to go.
man: to exit.
me: to... exit?
man: yeah :)
me: and what about luggage check, or whatever?
man: no no walk through that gate out. nothing else is needed. you can go :)
i was like WOW!!!!
i walked out.. pushing the cart in front of me.. and then i saw Michael coming towards me. it was over. i was with him. i did it! and i was in his arms.
PREFACE
... alarm clock made bounce out of bed. looked at the time to find out i slept for 3.5 hours. great just great! worst idea ever! but oh well...
started getting ready to go, doing last small and annoying bits of packing, not really thinking or reflecting on the flight or my departure. with all these last hectic days i hadn't really thought much about it. i was just doing things, being there in Armenia in mind, not in America and not on the plane. so now i felt i hadn't prepared myself for the flight. i mean i didn't think anything through or didn't try to remember what i should do and how, didn't think of what to do in emergency situations... in fact this was my first flight since 96, and 3rd flight in my life. however the previous 2 were so different - i was not alone, i was a kid, just looking around, not worrying about *anything*. now i was to be on my own. completely.
i wasn't thinking about this all then. i was just making sure everything is packed. then Marina-Narine-Khachik arrived on their car, Hovik arrived on his - we were to go on his car. suddenly smb rang at the door. Goharic and Gabriel came over to say goodbye. i was in the shower. :D quickly got dressed, called Mary and Helen, they came over and we were set to go. me, Helen and Mary sat on the backseat of Hovik's car, talking on the way, waking up, watching how the night was slowly creeping away. i had never seen the city at such an early hour.
then we found out Hovik thought my flight was at 8.45 not 9.45... so we arrived 1 hour before we intended to be there. i took care of the registry and luggage. once everything was done, we sat at a cafe to have some coffee and talk. it was such nice and warm atmosphere that it looked like everybody forgot why we were there and we were just enjoying ourselves. we watched the sunrise and took some photos together.
PART 1 - from YEREVAN to PARIS
then it was time to go... standing in line, waiting to walk through the gate.. i felt kind of numb. started hugging people, trying to say smth to cheer them up and not to make them cry, once i gave a hug to aunt my eyes went wet, then hugged mom, and quickly walked through, telling myself "you will get back to this moment. you have no right to cry now or be disoriented. you are on your own. pull together!" it worked. especially since i went to some desk to be let out of country. everything went smoothly, nobody gave me any hard time about anything. i was being sweet and nice, and people were smiling at me which made me feel better and more confident.
then i boarded on plane. the stewards were mostly black, and french. their english was very funny. one of the stewards put my carry-on on the shelf for me, i sat by the window. soon a woman and her husband sat by my side.the woman was about 50, her husband had some business in France and she was traveling with him. it was a nice couple. she kept talking to me, i told her my story, she told me about her family, her daughters, her grand-children. she was nice.
when the plane took off, i felt nothing but curiosity - no fear, no worry - just interest. and i *loved* being in turbulence :D crazy girl i know. i was taking some photos and the lady kept asking me "what are you taking a photo of?" every time i'd touch my cam.
it was kind of annoying to tell the truth. i was trying to read. she was reading a magazine, constantly grabbing on my shoulder, sowing a photo of some crazy armenian lady (really crazy and insane), and wanted me to say smth about it. then i put headphones on and started watching a movie in english. again she kept buzzing me telling me something. i started feeling pissed off. then she went to sleep! it was coooool! then she woke up and started talking about horoscopes, and telling me which sign had what character judging by her children and believing every word on horoscope. i was being polite, but seriously! it was annoying!
the movie was a very good one actually. and at a touching moment my lips started shaking and eyes grew wet. well anything could make me cry really - leaving home and dealing with it all. it just started hitting me. but i bottled it up especially since the woman might wake up and start asking many unnecessary questions. so i pulled myself together and decided to postpone that moment again.
anyway. when we were about to land i was wondering what would happen next, if i would be on time and actually would make it. i had to spend only 2 hours in Paris - and had to find the right terminal. suddenly the captain announced which terminal we were ladning at and oh my god! it was the one i needed for the next flight! i was so happy! then we landed, i wished the lady good luck and she wished me the same and we parted ways for good.
PART 2 - from PARIS to DETROIT
i asked a bunch of people where to go. all of them had such funny english that i wasn't sure i understood them right. then it was time for security control. they made me take off the coat, boots; then i had to take the notebook and other electronic stuff out of the carry-on bag. it wasn't fun at all! then i went for passport and visa control.
the lady had dark skin and actually i believe she was mexican. she was nice to me but it was difficult to understand her. i somehow explained myself and then a big black guy came over since the lady who was asking questions wanted something from him.
guy: why are you going to America?
me: to get married with my fiance - Michael Lambert.
guy: why are you marrying him? marry me!
me: !
me: ...
me: no no only him. you definitely don't look like him at all :D
him: marry me and stay in France!
me: no no no :D
then they gave me my passport and other stuff and i had to wait for boarding. i could have gone to some duty-free stores or could have given a call to Michael or home, or could have found a WI-FI area to talk to people online.. but i decided not to get distracted and not to waste time. and actually in 10 mins after i was done with passport check the boarding started!
it was a different plane - very big. as it turned out there was nobody to sit by my side. so i started reading. i was glad i had some time alone.
one of the stewards came and gave some forms to fill out. concerning the cost of imported goods. i was like "what? geeze how can i evaluate my stuff at all??". but i postponed filling it out. read the book, tried to get some sleep - i think i slept for an hour. listened to some music. cried twice. maybe because of tiredness, maybe because of the stress, maybe because of leaving. probably all together. i couldn't relax - i had to figure out that thing with the form, and i had to think about what i would do when i arrived etc.
i went to stewards' room. there were many of them and i started torturing them with questions. they were cheerful and easy-going.
me: excuse me, can you give me a pen to fill this out?
steward with a pen: but how can i be sure that you will return it? i need it you know?
me: oh well you can sit by my side while i'm filling this out (thinking: and help me with this damn paper!)
stewards: *whistle* oo-la-la!
the steward gave me the pen, the other one told me what to write. he said "just write approximately - who cares? just you have to kind of evaluate all together - cash, and all stuff you are bringing."
me: can i write just "gifts" rather than listing each gift?
steward: yeah it will be fine.
steward 2: gifts? why don't you give some to me???
me: haha
me: but i have stuff like jewelry, clothes...
steward: no no not your things!
as far as i figured i should have written the amount of cash i was bringing and evaluate goods that were to be given to smb else.
so i went to my place and filled it out. when the steward that gave me the pen was passing by i said "hey!"
him: the pennnnnnnnnnnnn!
me: here it is! with a gift for you :)
(i had attached the charm i was wearing on the coat - a little angel, with the word "angel" in russian on it)
the steward held it with fingers with the back side (which was just plain blue) facing him.
steward: oh this is very nice
me: ...
me: turn it first...
and i burst out laughing :D
he laughed too, tapped me on the shoulder and left. i kind of felt good about it. they all were friendly and helped me out so i wanted to give them smth.
then it was time for landing. i looked out of the window and thought "oh god! i AM in America! geeze! i'm on the other side of the planet! i still can't believe it!" America looked strange to me. even the shapeless shapes - like a pond, or whatever, looked designed by human, because they were so perfectly done.
landing... walking through a long corridor... another one... keep going... desks for passport control... "maybe i should have picked up the luggage first? am i doing it right?"... desk 22. i was so tired.. i was leaning against the carry-on's handle.. the man asked me a bunch of questions.. he was being nice too..
man: did you have hepatitis??
me: yeah.. A.. in 98
he got up to ask another guy some things. he was so surprised that i had had it. i didn't care.. the other guy said "that one is okay". then i got my passport back and to my question "what next?" was told to go get the luggage.
i thanked and left. my luggage was standing there and looked like it was the only one remaining. a man suggested me getting a cart. he helped me put the luggage on it. looked like he was wondering if i would yell at him for helping me and saying smth like "i don't need your help! i can do it myself!" and felt relief when i gave him a tired smile and even more tired "thank you very much". i asked where i had to go.
man: to exit.
me: to... exit?
man: yeah :)
me: and what about luggage check, or whatever?
man: no no walk through that gate out. nothing else is needed. you can go :)
i was like WOW!!!!
i walked out.. pushing the cart in front of me.. and then i saw Michael coming towards me. it was over. i was with him. i did it! and i was in his arms.
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