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I had to spend almost entire Friday at Berlin Tegel airport (my flight was late at night, I'd slept poorly and was too exhausted to go wherever and do whatever). “I can survive 10 hours at the airport”, I thought, “what's the big deal?”

Time stood still. I would check my phone just to see that what seemed like 2 hours were only 20 minutes.

I hadn't felt in quite some time that feeling of not belonging. It was vivid, almost physical, as if it was an entity, something I could point to or hold in my hand. There I was, stranded at the airport for what seemed an eternity and facing the unchangeable and unquestionable prospect of doing the same for even longer. I was dying, just dying to get away from that airport; and at the same time I desperately didn't want to return to the only place there was for me to return to. Being there sucked, going back sucked even more.