Dreams of Airports

LEAVING
im sitting in the computer room in the middle of the favela in which i live.

Its 1am and the gunshots have stopped. Generally its always hard to tell at nights exactly where they´re coming from - the sound carries from kilometres away. My neighbour says they only use gunshots here as signals... or when the police come.

Its generally cool but sometimes i worry about walking home. just if i get fronted by one of the guys here, i hope i can talk myself out of it. They generally know who i am now.

Things are slowing down a bit ahead of my departure in about a week.... and im feeling a mixture of accomplishment and sadness about leaving all the great things ive experienced here, the attachment. it will pass soon enough.

AIRPORTS

Ive really come to like airports on this trip. They offer a calm coolness, a generic sterility that is incredibly soothing when i´ve spent the last 8 hours being quasi-kidnapped like in Fiji (watch this space ill be doing some reviews on stuff that never made it to this blog) or getting my stomach x-rayed for drugs in Colombia, or generally just the high-stress of getting to the airport on-time without having anything stolen.

I had a dream last night about being at the airport. I realized that I liked the dream a lot. I think its time l left.

respex

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