ALONE
I was alone when I traveled to México five years ago; it was supposed that my father was waiting for me there, at the airport. I didn’t know why but nobody was waiting for me and I was really afraid because it was a new country for me and I didn’t know how to call somebody, I didn’t know anybody there so I couldn’t do anything. Just wait. It was the most horrible situation I have ever had in my life.
After y picked up my baggage I walked alone in the middle of those long corridors and shining and confusing lights to the exit. I was really young and I haven’t done this process by myself so I was really nervous I just wanted to be with my father but when y went out, nobody was there . Alone, in the middle of
All the people walking fast in all directions like ants, each one was thinking just in their own problems I was so close to some of them but I felt invisible, nobody saw me there, nobody asked me if I was ok, nobody helped me.
I was there, holding my bags which were as heavy and hard as a pair of stones, looking for a sign with my name on it or some voice calling my name but I just could see people and heard steps and more steps, and the noise of the bags rolling behind their owners.
The hours were passing and the weather turned hot, I started to feel sticky, and my clothes were stuck to my skin and I started to sweat. I’m not sure if I was seating because of the weather or because of my nervous.
I was afraid. I wanted to run but I couldn’t, I wanted to cry but I didn’t.
The situation turned unbearable I was desperate. I felt forgotten and sad like a dog without home, in the middle of a new city, unprotected and lost, frail like a flower in the desert.
The airport was as big as an entire city. Full of corridors, doors, guards, people, bags, enormous walls, just like an old castle with Labyrinths and secret ways.
After y picked up my baggage I walked alone in the middle of those long corridors and shining and confusing lights to the exit. I was really young and I haven’t done this process by myself so I was really nervous I just wanted to be with my father but when y went out, nobody was there . Alone, in the middle of
All the people walking fast in all directions like ants, each one was thinking just in their own problems I was so close to some of them but I felt invisible, nobody saw me there, nobody asked me if I was ok, nobody helped me.
I was there, holding my bags which were as heavy and hard as a pair of stones, looking for a sign with my name on it or some voice calling my name but I just could see people and heard steps and more steps, and the noise of the bags rolling behind their owners.
The hours were passing and the weather turned hot, I started to feel sticky, and my clothes were stuck to my skin and I started to sweat. I’m not sure if I was seating because of the weather or because of my nervous.
I was afraid. I wanted to run but I couldn’t, I wanted to cry but I didn’t.
The situation turned unbearable I was desperate. I felt forgotten and sad like a dog without home, in the middle of a new city, unprotected and lost, frail like a flower in the desert.
The airport was as big as an entire city. Full of corridors, doors, guards, people, bags, enormous walls, just like an old castle with Labyrinths and secret ways.
Finally after four when y was tired and sleepy, seated in the floor next to my bags I heard what I was waiting for durring all the day: a voice Calling MaRiA!!!!.
Now, that I have grown up and I have a little bit more experience, I remember that episode and i steel remember everything i saw, i felt, i smelt, everything, it was like my senses were better, that´s why i can describe everything with so much details. It was a real tense situation because there´s nothing that a 12 year old girl can do in a different country, alone, with no telephone numbers to call and ask for help.
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