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| © Marta Podniece 'Prague Airport' |
I'm traveling in memories. In memories of the best study times of 2008 that happened to be in Prague. I would love to see more than just the Airport but the time is limited.
Czech language sounds as usually soft even it's told to be completely opposite of soft. However, this time I can hardly understand what people are talking about.
I love airports. I love those masses of people passing each other, searching either their gates or the right perfumes in duty-free shops, carrying luggage of different sizes and colors. So many contrasts at one spot, in this multi-cultural mass of business men with elegant suitcases, mums worryingly dragging their kids to WCs, beautiful strangers that you fall-in and out of love as fast as the gate-ways are rolling and what a pity - you're heading in a different direction, smoking prohibitions, innovations on advertising boards and all around, bored baristas in small coffee worlds situated tightly next to each other, people communicating in all possible languages of the world or being silent and thinking great thoughts. There's something magical on this tiny spot of a land known as the Airport, the spot which almost never disappoints you and fulfills your hope of flying, flying artificially though.
