Baneasa Airport in Bucharest. He has had twenty years, she sixteen. They were in front of the passport control booth. I, there was a discordant note, dressed as a consultant on the move. He held her and looked into her eyes, her palms maddeningly relaxed, because she felt they contained all his embrace (though unable to prevent the tears). A farewell, of course. A voice alert, call the dry fly to Naples and he walks, as guided by an inexorable force, to his journey. She stands to watch his back, his arms folded so as to embrace, in fact, alone, waiting for him to turn around once in a theory of nth last look of sadness. Then, the boy delivered the passport to the police and from then on will be only memories. She stands on her feet for a while ', as if expecting to see him back. Then he gives up, turns on his heels and walks away, the lucciconi dried with the sleeve of his jacket. You are in Bucharest and he toward a future (?) Likely to be next fall at a construction site of the black field of civilized Italy.
also called my flight. It's full. In the front row there are four small children crying, perhaps for fear of flying. Two of them are accompanied by what appear to their families. The other two are children of color, accompanied by two young Romanian women, certainly one of them ethnic Roma. I can not help but thinking maybe make racist or otherwise based solely on prejudice. During the flight the children calm down. With one of them - beautiful - we start playing at a distance, hiding from view each other.
After the plane there are two Romanian girls, who sat in the waiting room next to me. I'm not beautiful, but striking: one, full of red curly hair and had her topless pictures on the giant screen of a mobile phone from which we shot sms speed photonics and the other, more minute, proudly showing off a generous cleavage, wore rafts of at least 15 cm heels, completely covered Fabric design with military camouflage. The accompanying an Italian in his sixties, at the time of passport control has whispered something to a Romanian official, at first puzzled. We see that the Italian had command of the language. In short, all on board.
Rome Fiumicino Airport. The bus that takes the plane to the terminal has left us in front of a door of the terminal, where we were, strangely, again forced the procedures for security metal detectors, checking fluids, tape to control the hand luggage . Then, again for passport control. They explained that this is a standard procedure for all flights from Romania. But we were not all
EU?
As it is, all Romanian citizens to the first entry in the beautiful country were kindly (but surely) asked to leave their fingerprints in the adjacent office of the airport police. The doors were open and all we could see what was happening. Well, to my naive surprise, they were placed in custody but the two girls who accompanied the children of color, but the two small families happy. See how prejudices are sometimes misleading ...
Meanwhile, when the two Romanian girls were approached at the passport control booth of the new Italian companion approached them. Our faithful guardian of the border, initially very sullen, he completed its thorough examination, asking the two if they had some idea about how to spend the evening. They were smiling a lot.
I gave the welcome back home.
also called my flight. It's full. In the front row there are four small children crying, perhaps for fear of flying. Two of them are accompanied by what appear to their families. The other two are children of color, accompanied by two young Romanian women, certainly one of them ethnic Roma. I can not help but thinking maybe make racist or otherwise based solely on prejudice. During the flight the children calm down. With one of them - beautiful - we start playing at a distance, hiding from view each other.
After the plane there are two Romanian girls, who sat in the waiting room next to me. I'm not beautiful, but striking: one, full of red curly hair and had her topless pictures on the giant screen of a mobile phone from which we shot sms speed photonics and the other, more minute, proudly showing off a generous cleavage, wore rafts of at least 15 cm heels, completely covered Fabric design with military camouflage. The accompanying an Italian in his sixties, at the time of passport control has whispered something to a Romanian official, at first puzzled. We see that the Italian had command of the language. In short, all on board.
Rome Fiumicino Airport. The bus that takes the plane to the terminal has left us in front of a door of the terminal, where we were, strangely, again forced the procedures for security metal detectors, checking fluids, tape to control the hand luggage . Then, again for passport control. They explained that this is a standard procedure for all flights from Romania. But we were not all
EU?
As it is, all Romanian citizens to the first entry in the beautiful country were kindly (but surely) asked to leave their fingerprints in the adjacent office of the airport police. The doors were open and all we could see what was happening. Well, to my naive surprise, they were placed in custody but the two girls who accompanied the children of color, but the two small families happy. See how prejudices are sometimes misleading ...
Meanwhile, when the two Romanian girls were approached at the passport control booth of the new Italian companion approached them. Our faithful guardian of the border, initially very sullen, he completed its thorough examination, asking the two if they had some idea about how to spend the evening. They were smiling a lot.
I gave the welcome back home.
