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Thursday 19 August
A t 06.30am I’m already on the Falconara-Roma train, from there I get on a much busier one to Fiumicino: I spent more time in this airport during the last month than in my whole life. I already know where the essentials are located: check-ins, restrooms, the bar to get the water they confiscated from the hand luggage for “security reasons”.
I sit on an iron post-modern designed bench: uncomfortable, very uncomfortable. I leaf through a newspaper, forgetting the news as soon as I read them: I’m excited about Chiara’s arrival. I think about our meeting in Istanbul: it seemed like a goodbye and now… she comes here. Her plane is on time, I think there is a delay in the baggage claim since she never gets out and, when she does, she’s terribly angry. That’s a nice start!
