a stupid girl was spending a night in an airport. a friend asked, won’t you feel scared? "nope i guess…". but brave is not the right word to describe.
i thought 7 hours won’t be that long. as suggested ( which i’d never do this again!), i chose to take saturday night flight back from barcelona - last flight. i couldn’t catch train back to compiegne and it will be too late to drop by my friend’s house. so, stay in CDG! i foresaw it as not too bad, could have slept in one of the safe corners.
CDG open for 24 hours, that i never thought is, not only for the passengers, but for everyone wanting to spend a night there freely and airconditioned. so called lucky, my plane was delayed, so i spent lesser time in CDG, and got few of the tourists that stuck there. but by time, they found better luck and i was left with those officers who were cleaning the floor. or just those who were walking from one end to another end in frequent time. i will be glad that if they are officers, but most of the time, they are not. and they all will look at me, wondering why this girl here…and pity me maybe. and all other thinkings that they might have. i don’t care. i wouldn’t have any time to care. just hoping the time pass faster so i could leave by train was hard enough.
one might be good enough, like what happened, talking to you craps. and saying those comforting things, asking your particulars, wondering whether you are lying or not, offering you a place to sleep, asking for accompany, asking for other things that definitely more than looking at you. i should recall that airport is just like another public place which is not safe at all. i couldn’t tell my parents that i am in airport till the next day. coz i don’t want those caring for me worried.
try to focus on my work, my food, and my thinking is not high enough for them to force in get your attention. i really need to get engage to someone that if i found my luck, really a good person that i won’t be bothered. i learnt that trust no one - i need to lie. hump, sorry, again it’s for my own good… we never knew who they are. thought someone i knew well for past few months can understand and be more understanding. but apparently not. yup, calling the right person should be a better choice. using the only opportunity that i had to contact the wrong person was really a waste. disappointing is too often to be said just to ‘wait’ the same things to happen and happen again. i thought i will get sense of responsible of what you suggested, support, comforting, worried for me or at least accompanying sympathy from a friend - none of that. choice fall into another activity which is more important. and no sense in the wrong in the next day except egoism for himself. can’t say it’s a form of care.
for me, a stupid girl, it is scary (realizing after some times). on top of everything, alhamdulillah nothing ever happened. =). trust no one except Allah.
tips :
#1 don’t stay by yourself
#2 if you have no choice, sit near officer/24 hour counter, but not 24 hour bus!!
#3 pretend you can’t speak any language except your mothertongue
#4 don’t bother anything, don’t look around, don’t give lost look
#5 wrap yourself, it’s cold!!
#6 hear, see and feel nothing
#7 if you have the choice to call, call the right and sincere person =)
#8 trust no one, except One who makes you alive
