8 March, 1999, the wee hours. New Delhi, India.

The Airport

It was strange to hit the airport again. It felt like it was just yesterday that I arrived here in terror; and yet my new perspective on this place felt much older than just six days. I breezed through customs, having planned ahead and arrived plenty early. Then I sat in the waiting room, watching my fellow passengers boil as the flight delays stacked up and the explanations got scarcer.

The crowd was several hours into near-riot stage when they finally loaded us on the plane. Then it was another hour or two: more than eight hours total before we lifted off. Since I didn't have a guaranteed seat on the plane, and since the delays were in the middle of the night anyway, I think I was the only happy one sitting on that plane.

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