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| My favorite part of the trip
is arriving, that curiously disembodied state, 24 hours awake without ever
having descended into night. I stand in place, hoping for my one checked
bag to plop out onto the baggage claim conveyor, the wait made pleasant by
observing two young airport workers in official uniform miniskirts who sit
cross-legged watching the belt. Their function is not apparent--one holds
a clipboard, the other touches pen to her lips but no marks are made. Before
I know it my bag arrives and I pull out the handle and roll away through
automatic doors and Honza
meets me at ARRIVALS. 5,311 miles of
travel was nothing more than sitting in cushioned seats and passing through
a few doors and gates. The 119 bus from Ruzyne to Dejvice is asses to elbows,
stuffy and ripe--the most trying part of the trip. I'm just in time for lunch,
we quickly find a pub,
three
beers seems normal and it's tempting to continue but my body tells
me it's time to get horizontal. My bag rattles over cobblestones and the
sky is neutral grey, in the middle of the middle of the middle of the day.
Halfway across, in the median where the
trams
run, we wait. Honza turns to me and says smiling, "Beer helps diminish the
chaos in my mind." I laugh because it's so obvious. I hadn't come here searching
for the truth but I found it. And on the first day! |
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