Tuesday, September 07, 2010

Flying back

The two accompanying me were a bit nervous first, they almost expected me to run off any time. Only they had all my things and my documents in their hands. When John said he could deal with the trolly I gave him a look full of love and said he was such a sweetheart. I think he went red in the face.

When we were going down a slope, the plastic bag with the rabbits fell off the trolley, I ran to pick them up, but there also was a nice gentleman who picked them up before me and with a look of concern handed them to me carefully. The same way as one would deal with little kids. It was so very sweet of him. I walked on with Max and Moritz in my arms, and then the accompanying woman (lets call her Jane, cuz I didn't look at her nameplate) then Jane took Moritz out of my arms (very rudely indeed) and said: He is so lovely! :)

I winced and replied:

- I don't think he liked the way you took him.

- Oh, is he a human? (she was mocking :S )

- Of course not, he's a rabbit. But he's got feelings!

- Oooh..

- Yes, and they both are claustrophobic. At least that's what they told me when I tried to put them in the suitcase back at home.

- Now you scare me. (Turning to John) Hope she's not crazy (she said it in a mock-shocked way, with her lips shaped as a perfect O)

We laughed and the tension was gone.

When we were passing the duty-free area with gorgeous sport cars a gentleman by the cars shouted: Hi there! And waved to me and the rabbits. And when we looked up, he made a gesture towards the cars, as if  inviting us to get in. I waved to him with Moritz's arm and apologized that we could hang around for long. And added:

- They say they both admire the car (it was a black Audi R8 I guess) and the red one too! (a red Ferrari convertible)

He laughed and waved again.

While Jane was looking at me curiously, I said:

- Such things are useful, aren't they? They brighten up the boredom.

She smiled and said:

- Oh yes, they brighten up the day. So that you can remember something at the end of it.


They led me to the check-in desk (it was not the same one for other passengers) and then accompanied till the plane entrance. 

The airhostesses thought that I was being sent back because I was an unaccompanied child without a parent's permit. And out of curiosity I asked my two guardians how old they think I was. Both said 19-20. That was funny. They both smiled when I said I was 24.

Then they left and the airhostesses led me to my seat, helped with my hand bags. They tried to be really nice to me. And I was the first passenger on the plane. They admired the rabbits. I wish I had asked them to sit with the boys for some shots.

safety on board
following the instructions on safety on board

 While we were getting higher over the clouds, Max was reading about sushi (I didn't know it was his favourite food!) and Moritz was daydreaming. They both were upset that they never got to know their new twin-friends in the UK.

I mostly slept during the flight, cuz I was exhausted. The airhostesses did everything possible to make me at home. Extra refreshments, extra salted peanuts, extra smiles.

When we landed, everyone was ready on their feet to move to the front exit. But out of a sudden, they opened the back exit (which was closer to my seat) and a male voice asked for the deported to be getting out first. The airhostesses said that there was only one girl, and she was not deported (i.e. me). They anyways let me out first and showed me into a comfortable minivan, the signs under the windshield read: VIP bus and Business Class. The rest of the passangers had to go in a simple city bus standing upright with no place to rest their butts and put their bags. :D How fun is that?

Then in the airport building they copied my passport's main page and asked me to put down why I was sent back. Then I was free to go.

At the luggage collection area a nice Tajik guy helped me with the trolley and loaded my huge suitcase on it. 

The air outside was so chilly and unwelcoming, you couldn't imagine.

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