Weirdly enough, both planes of the Blue Air line arrived at about the same time this Saturday. Maybe because the flight from Barcelona was late. Why? Well, not sure. Maybe some small malfunction. Maybe the fact there was a minor traveling without the proper document, maybe both.
We were there, Sabi, Cris V, Laura and I, all four waiting for Sim to come from Spain. That was the actual average: 3-4 people waiting for 1-2. Who impressed me most? An old lady waiting for her child/children with a bunch of purple flowers in her hands. She looked tired, not altogether well, a bit impatient, but happy to be there, waiting.
Is it right? The fact that people have to go work somewhere else because they have no real chances here? How many of them have the luck Sim has, to leave only because they choose so, while they were doing pretty well here? To go work, go study and not lower their standards for money? Not that many…
The work and treatment is sometimes humiliating for these people, yet it pays! That’s the paradox of it all…
Sim was looking great that night. Happy, same old Sim, not tired and beaten down like some others who flew with her. I am happy for her, happy I see her like this and not the other way around. Happy she’s enthusiastic about the University there, about her Spanish boyfriend and husband to be, about her work there.