It’s been more than 5 hours since I got here. Foggy morning, no planes landing, no planes taking off, just a party with a lot of strangers in the waiting area.
It started with the security control. The man with the gigantic moustache wanted to make sure that next time I will know to put my laptop in a separate tray: “You will know from now on, right?” he said checking that I have learned my lesson. I took off my shoes but something still beep-ed so I had a full body check. Last time I had such a throughout check was during my medical exam. The group of Italian men waiting for their delayed planes had a blast…front and back, up and down, everything was touched and checked until it was clear I had nothing but clothes on. At that point, though it did not matter anymore, I felt quite naked and in front of an Italian male audience. I laughed, what else could I have done when the police woman was so determined to do her job properly.
Assuming the plane will take off, assuming that the French bus driver from Beauvais to Paris is a kind soul and not on strike, I will eventually make it today.
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