Alone this night airport near deserted, waiting, waiting the announcement to board. Bored? No. Mind still working. The tannoy pings - paging Awatarna – unknown name in an unknown voice underlines I am a foreigner here. Transitory hours killed in unknown shops with reassuring names; but I am misplaced, in transit between worlds that shape me - amorphous; this Valentine night lost without my valentine.
I wrote this – or the original version of it – some years ago when I was in transit between Australia and Britain. I was heading home and this describes my evening, right down to the name over the tannoy.
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Sounds like quite a lonely transition, feeling out of place but hopeful perhaps for getting home. xx
Hi, I used to travel quite a lot between England and Australia, usually alone. Stopovers at Changi were often hours long and time did hang heavy. Fortunately I always carry a notebook and lots of pens so I can write – not for the same reason as Oscar Wilde! Changi airport is amazing so if I was going to be kicking my heels (or dragging my trainers) that’s the place I’d choose. Have a good week and hope that Dennis isn’t being a menace where you are. We are getting off lightly, considering. Maz XXX