I have had a few intense days again, and I would have liked to write, but it takes a little extra focus to formulate reasonable sentences. I have spent hours in airports, and there is also always an extra hour of waiting time because I like to be on time.
It is good for me. I cannot do anything but wait. Maybe think about how to travel from the next airport. Or make plans next week. Maybe listen to foreign languages that I do not recognize. Possibly, I can at least guess.
The best feeling is when I have not spoken or listened to Swedish for several days. Like when I traveled back to Sweden from Miami a few days ago. That special feeling when I suddenly hear someone speak Swedish that feels so foreign – yet is so familiar.
I remember the time when I flew from Beijing to Kuala Lumpur, and I was the only passenger from Europe. In addition, almost no other women on the flight. As if I do not exist because no one recognizes me or can speak Swedish to me. Can there be more Jean-Paul Sartre?
Now I’m thinking about how I can handle the trip this fall from Nepal to India. If that is possible in this world of trouble. Do I really have to bring antibiotics with me if I get a bad infection? Well, well.
In the USA, I finally got to meet my American family. I really did have breakfast with Tiffany! A few intense American days. Wonderful with fresh exotic fruit for breakfast. The trip back went well, and it is actually an advantage to be petite sometimes. The man next to me was so tall that he almost doubled in the seat. We switched seats, and I got the window seat.
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