Dark Sodashurt Kidneys

After a few short days in Frankfurt long enough to make me empty my bag and fourth (feathering of the house), Konrad and my mother accompanied me to the airport.

"Where does the check-in with Gulf Air?" Asked my mother. Konrad was on a sure path itself. My mother knew that.

"For there is Konrad, mama!"

"Kooonrad, here you go places where the outputs have to pull on this side!"

"Oh Carmen, it is logical that Gulf Air has its check-in here." I completely understood

we approach the 3 to the control gate, where you have to go carefully, unexpectedly. I felt as I did not realize that I felt things inside me. On one side the fact that lye goyears, to do what I wanted so much allowed me to realize what would happen in the next hours, days. All feelings are choking each other and did not permit all I could decipher the significance of that moment of parting. We

traditional, kiss, hug, share tears (less Konrad that will surely stand them). And as always, what is stored inside just when the time came that express the expressible be left. Why will this happen? Because the desire to be with people you just lay off comes when you fired and you can not turn back? Understandable and clear that is life.

As I do, my expectations of how I was going to behave from here to afew hours later. She was convinced that was going to mourn bitterly for the pleasure to mourn, to which both enjoy. But it was not so. I had time to settle in the waiting room to draw tears and wet cheeks. I boarded the plane, find my place and stayed there, waiting for calm to concentrate and be filled with sorrow.

But that quiet did not accompany me. Martin, a Czech, 29, sat next to me and to be both sociable something we started talking. Talk, talk about during the 5 hour flight to Bahrain. I had my new sensations, the fear is of having to travel so far and told me something very nice, "Julia, the sun is the same all over the world, the moon too." Quite comforting for the brevity is the phrasee.

Upon landing the carrying out of a little increase in my being. She still did not believe it because, besides, the trip had made me so very short conversation. Am I in the Middle East? How close the exotic? So is this achievable?

The doors opened and we were almost the last to leave. The contact with the desert wind that really gave me was where it was. We passed through customs and saw for the first time in my life as an Arab is always imagined, wearing his white robe reaching to the ground and their "veil" subjected to a "turban" black. Like the men on the pictures of Dubai. This is incredible, much dose! In the airport were Indian, Chinese, Arabs ... The few were the ones who are most of the West. And the contraste in places like never absent. Strapless shirts blondes passing and almost rub women dressed entirely in black. Some fabrics that cover more than a burka because rejita not have, that when talking to a man's face lift, whose conversations are not aprofundizan with his eyes.

I walk through the duty-free when suddenly I hear someone calling me. Martin will come up and say:

"What would you do if I told you are addressing your flight?"

"Then I would go quickly to the door," I answered. Check and

was true, the display read: \u0026lt;Flight Nr: GF 3547 to: Manila boarding>

Sali running, I got into the waiting room and we had me and the hundred pico Filipinos waiting for about 1 hour. Until the end, we shot the plane.


When viewing my seat, I see that there is already next to someone. A filipino, what a surprise! I have decided to establish a coversacion. Is a worker working in Bahrain and want to know where I live in Manila. The desire to talk to me leave and I get to see 'Mr. Bean's holidays' in the common screen. No TV and in particular the flight from Frankfurt to Bahrain. There is less room and less comfort. Flight attendants are less sympathetic and 1 bath all 3 available does not work. Wow. And more to the longest flight (9 hours). Mr. Bean manages to entertain me and the other Filipino and Indian films caught my eye too. And so to spend time and do not seem to getxistio.

arrived late, the case does not appear. 3 / 4 of an hour after he decided to come forward. We left her and I in search of Henner, not seen on any side. My heart beats fast and all kinds of thoughts reach my head. You have forgotten that arrived today? Will be gone for long wait? Henne will not in Manila? I'll be wrong city? I do now alone in the Philippines? As in the movie spoke to me and ordered me to calm down internally to reason well, think. Change money and call the mobile from my father. No answer. I call again. No answer. Call hold back hopes. No answer. The method of the films no longer works. I get to mourn? But we managed that? No, not mourn. I go out, meetNTER English. I speak to? No. .. I approached the cabin again. Marco.

"Hallo?"

"Henne! Wo bist du?"

"Tja, ich warte auf dich, Julia!"

turns out that the place where travelers are greeted outside the airport is located. Must pass a tunnel to get there. Porfin arrived and I see my father, as usual, with more gray hair and a little thinner. With a smile on the face whose size does not remember having seen before. My heart begins to beat again in a different way, so nice. We hugged and did not perform our moment, as a welcome bit porous skin can not absorb. I'm with Henner already in Manila?

The driver comes with the car. Driver? Yes. Here is our moneyluxury. But there is coexistence. A neighborhood with extreme contrasts where rich and poor but cross the street. We arrive at Baywatch Tower. Vijilante opens a clear glass door. We are in a luxury hotel? No. You'll be treated over the next few months. Interesting.