Rouane Itani

Not wanting to be stuck inside the airport during the wee hours of the day with everything closed, I decided to get out. Relishing the experience of passing no-questions-asked provided by the American eagle, I found myself on the side walk outside Terminal 1.

A cool gray French sky. I took in the smells of France, its air, mixed with gasoline, tobacco and it was all a happy nostalgic moment of a country I grew up fancying and stealing any moment to be in.

Flashbacks to school time spent in Lyon when I was 11, and later trips to Paris. I felt home.

Started walking along the side walk in the circle that makes the terminal, just grasping minutes of French. After some dawdling, day dreaming, and wandering, I walked back in to figure out how to reach Terminal F. The search turned out more complicated and longer than expected, intensified by lack of sleep and lethargy. Finally got on the shuttle with a large group of TaeKwondo athletes from Tahiti returning from la Coupe de France. It was fun to speak with them and listen to their peculiar french accent.

By the time I arrived the MEA counter where I had to get a boarding pass, I was getting late. Then had to stand in the never-ending, slow-moving security-check line.

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