Epilogue of a long journey:
A few weeks ago, I had a flight from Santiago de Chile to Venice, with connection in Barcelona. You could say, of course, just a flight, a little heavy maybe, but it´s fine. No, it was not a trip, I had spent a whole year in Chile, I returned to Europe at the end of January and at the end of March I left again with the intention of staying at least six months, and who knows, maybe more than that? But, things just didn´t happen and instead, in Europe they had offered me an excellent internship and I decided to accept. Why not? But, you may ask, what does all this have to do with my flight? It turns out that in this year I got many friends and really a significant amount of people who love me. Apparently, Chileans like me, and other nations living there also, especially Venezuelans. Everyone, absolutely everyone tried to convince me to stay. “You just arrived, don’t leave yet, everything will be fine”, “I help you find a job, but please don’t leave”, “hey, we’re going to miss you, you really have to go? “,” But Anto, it´s not possible, you’re leaving? “,”And if you just come late on the flight, what would happen? You would stay? “,” Are you leaving? But, I didn’t know you had arrived here again, nooo, you cannot leave, “” you are breaking my heart with leaving, do you know? “,” And with who will I party now? “,” But we barely met, you cannot leave now, it’s not fair, “” don’t be boring, what will you do in Brussels? “… I could list this way to infinity. The conclusion is that there are so many people there who want me to stay and I have to admit that they have made me doubt my decision to leave, but I remained firm, I have my own reasons and it’s the best thing for me, I thought, and in those last weeks in Chile there were many goodbye parties and other kind of goodbyes, all very happy and cheerful, but always people telling me ” don’t go. “And a friend at one point mentioned karma, that is, in the sense of, you will have a hard time when you leave because we all love you so much and you still leave. I was waiting for my friends to come and pick me up to go to the airport, they arrived a little late and I was a bit nervous, I had a bad feeling (I know sometimes I am like María José Juanita de la Fuentes from a Mexican soap opera, but that’s the way things are) Luckily we got to the airport, I didn’t have any problems with the PDI (police, I have traumas) and there I calmed down and boarded my flight.
What I didn’t like at first was the fact of buying a flight from Iberia that turned out to be operated by Level, because they are very bad. The plane seemed old, the seats not so comfortable and everything was paid, not a glass of water for free. And we are talking about a 12-hour flight. But hey, that’s life. I thought that very soon I would be at my house, because my parents were going to pick me up directly at the Venice airport, and I was happy. I got ready to sleep and just when I was already sleeping, there is a pilot announcement: “We are going to have emergency landing in Brasilia, a passenger is nor feeling well.” All the people were kind of confused, because it was like one hour after starting our flight. And besides, there was no doctor or person in charge, what was going on? Anyway, I loved seeing Brasilia at night, it was my closest encounter with Brazil, and I was hoping that they would let us get off the plane.
But no. First it was assumed that everything was going to be fixed very quickly and that in an hour we would continue the flight. The passenger who was ill went out with the doctors outside the plane and apparently, she didn´t feeling so bad. Actually, what was said later was that the cabin crew was afraid to continue the journey and start crossing the Atlantic with the risk of the person’s condition getting worse. I wasn’t so surprised by this outcome since the staff was quite young and inexperienced, reacting too aggressively to the questions of the passengers. In the end we stayed three hours inside the plane at that airport for some reasons. So, we all knew that we would be late for our connecting flights in Barcelona and we were unable to communicate with anyone because the Wi-Fi was not working and normally it’s supposed to work. Interesting. And after spending just one hour on the plane there my subconscious began to reflect on the karma, but I kept quiet and told myself “go to sleep”, who knows how long we will stay here. But, the passengers behind me had another plan. There was an old Chilean woman who was talking to two Belgian girls all the time (those two girls, by the way, destroyed Spanish language, it was painful for my ears) and they started to be hysterical: “why are we here, why don’t we move, this is wrong, I didn’t pay for that, my parents didn’t see me for 10 months, they will wait for me and I will not be there, I cannot tell them, but what is this, I went on vacation, and they don’t tell us anything, how spoiled, this is not the way “……. I mean, there were hundreds of passengers on that plane, many people had connection flights or just wanted to get to their destination on time. No one was happy to get stuck on the plane in Brasilia, no one. But, the others either fell silent, tried to sleep, listen to music, make funny comments, or whatever, but they didn’t shout and bother others. Except those three fucking idiots. Excuse the expression, the old woman I can understand, she is old and complains, is typical, but those two Belgians were so hideous and unpleasant, they say they traveled 10 months through South America, 10 fucking months apart from their family and friends enjoying there and they didn´t care, and NOW they are bothering all the people practically crying for their parents. What’s going on with those people? It’s like I feel bad and because of that everyone will feel bad. And I couldn´t sleep because of them. At one point I thought to say something, but actually it would only be to lift the tensions and that wouldn’t make sense. On the other hand, my idol was the guy sitting next to me. He had a gin and tonic, he fell asleep and he didn´t give a fuck about anything. I wish I could have done the same. Sometimes I think it was the bad Spanish of the Belgians that has not let me sleep. I studied Spanish linguistics, 5 years studying Spanish at university, and there are simply things that one cannot tolerate. I spent two months more than them in South America and I assure you that a random Chilean guy in the street in Santiago could not assure me that I am not Chilean. And those could not say two words without destroy it with their French accent. And the last straw, the old woman says “you speak Spanish so well, how did you learn it”. It´s not even worth a comment. Damn karma and damn my friend who will surely laugh when he finds out what happened to me, I thought, and finally after starting the flight again, I fell asleep. Unfortunately, my flight was interrupted by constant turbulence, they were very strong, at one point I thought that I had made a serious mistake, the karma was reaching me and I will end up at the bottom of the ocean and my remains will be shared by the sharks. But, I thought that at least I had a very intense life for a 25 years old person. And well, all mortified, 100000 hours later we arrived in Barcelona. I was exhausted, but happy to be alive. I have not slept well for 2 nights, I am dying, but I need to run to see if they can board me on a flight that day. Mission impossible. In fact, even my luggage doesn’t appear. I’m running like crazy all over the airport, cursing Iberia, Level and all the airlines in this world, like my poverty that didn´t let me go with Alitalia. I arrive at one and another and another ticket office, they send me here and there and at the end they tell me that that day it´s no longer possible to board any flight, but they would give me dinner, hotel and transfer to hotel and airport. Excellent, at least I’m not going to sleep at the airport. I tell my parents that I arrive the next day and that they can go home. I went to eat, and I finally pick up my suitcase, join the group of my flight and go to the hotel. Yes, the fucking Belgians were there. Hopefully they miss all flights that want to go in the future. It would be good. So, they do not pollute the air of other passengers with their hysterical tantrum. Whatever, at least they gave me a hotel and I wasn´t hungry anymore and this is enough to put a smile on my face. I am a simple person.
That night I didn’t sleep either because I was already very afraid of being late for the flight to Zagreb. (Iberia showed their kindness and they sent me directly to Croatia). So, I had not been sleeping decently for three days. First I was happy because in the morning I had a free coffee, and that is great. There is nothing better for a croatian person than a coffee.
But I couldn´t avoid my thoughts that it was all the fault of karma and those beautiful people who sincerely told me “don’t go” and I left. Apparently, that this “don’t go” of pure words and good intentions became force majeure that ended my dreams of having a quiet trip and go to my house to eat mortadella. No, in the end, after passing through 4 airports in two days I ended up in Zagreb, in another part of the country, where my Master thesis defense was waiting for me (at least I approved that, apparently in Croatia that karma thing doesn’t work) and 100000 people that wanted to welcome me. Here we go again. After a goodbye comes a welcome. Yesterday I ran away from them and I came to my house, in the countryside, where with all the tranquility of the world I can prepare myself for my new challenge, life in Brussels, and hope that karma cannot cross the ocean.