The East begins here for me. I guess that from here I shall have to be aware of my own preconceived ideas of what is to be expected but despite my understanding of this my hopes and expectations are battling with my understanding that all my impressions should be neutral. A myth if nothing else.
Jonas and I were early at the airport. The plane however was not. Due to weather conditions the plane was so late that we missed our connection and after a great deal of confusion were rebooked. As I write this we are flying towards Goa. Once in Goa we transfer to a plane to Mumbai. Unfortunately this plane is 1.5 hours late so we will probably miss this connection too. At least we are on the right continent.
Missing connections is a stressful experience â?? but we are both very relaxed. We have discussed taking a train as an alternative method of reaching Mumbai. Why this relaxed attitude. In part itâ??s because we have no alternative. In part itâ??s because this is the way we both are. In part itâ??s because of the corpse in Frankfurt.
Airline delays fade into insignificance. While walking rapidly to our gate hoping that our plane was still there we walked past a part of the corridor which was cordoned off. First I saw the police, then the medics and finally the patient (ex-patient) lying on the floor. Stripped to the waist. A tube in his mouth. The medics were packing up their equipment. There was an eerie air of professionalism among the police and medics packing their equipment and waiting for transportation as we powerwalked past the scene.
All of a sudden rushing to gates, delayed flights and deadlines seemed insignificant. Still in Germany but human life is in the forefront. How petty are the problems I focus uponâ?¦