It's just a couple of hours.
One long walk from the arrival gate to immigration to Gate B26 for the connecting flight to Cologne.
I emptied my bladder, changed dollars into euros, and witnessed 3 Filipino passport holders (an old woman, a young lady, and a boy) led to an immigration holding room as I queued to have may passport stamped.
The sun refused to die as KLM Flight No. 8414 pulled up, its vanishing red rays exorcising the ghost of turning down a 3-week fellowship at the Maastricht School of Management some 2 years earlier.
I'll be back. On my way back home, or perhaps longer some other time...
One long walk from the arrival gate to immigration to Gate B26 for the connecting flight to Cologne.
I emptied my bladder, changed dollars into euros, and witnessed 3 Filipino passport holders (an old woman, a young lady, and a boy) led to an immigration holding room as I queued to have may passport stamped.
The sun refused to die as KLM Flight No. 8414 pulled up, its vanishing red rays exorcising the ghost of turning down a 3-week fellowship at the Maastricht School of Management some 2 years earlier.
I'll be back. On my way back home, or perhaps longer some other time...
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