Back in Add*s. As I traveled here, it felt like I was pulling myself away from everything I wanted to be part of � the energy of N*w Orleans in the fall, colleagues at school moving forward, friends back in town� and yet there I was, getting on that plane. In Frankfurt after 21 hours of travel I had a desk agent try to get me to check a bag. I was completely overwhelmed. All my valuable things scattered between these two bags, people filing by me to board the plane, and there I was on my knees in the middle of the waiting area, trying to find the key to lock the case, trying to remember where I put my money, is there any jewelry?, where is the other camera. the printer.� the small tasks suddenly herculean. i wanted to weep.
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Made it onto the shuttle bus, leaned dull-eyed against a window trying to hold on to the feeling of limbo for later - neutral airport space where I don�t have to do anything but just be a body that�s in the right place at the right time. This I can do.
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I watched a man in his late 50s (maybe 60s?), tattoo on his arm, not quite handsome, but something. I occupied myself by trying to place him (army? Some kind of shady arms mercenary?) but actually I was trying to decide whether or not I would sleep with him given the chance. These bleary musings were interrupted when the very worst kind of person burst on to the bus, swearing loudly in English and Amharic, ranting to whoever would listen about being forced to check his bag. He threw himself down into the seat in front of me and swore and ranted for the next 20 minutes.
He was young. I read him as someone important (read: wealthy) in Ethi*pia, used to throwing his weight around A*dis. I have met this dude in Indi*, in Guy*na, in the Philippin*s. I�m sure he�s in the US and Canada too, but I don't encounter the hyper-rich outside of developing countries.
His impotent rage reminded me of all the arbitrary rules of Ethi*pia that he probably gets to bypass. Even though i'd been in tears over the same thing 10 minutes before, I was perversely glad that he'd been thwarted. It felt like democracy. I didn't want to leave the democracy. I put on my sunglasses and pretended I was invisible.
2:47 a.m. - 2010-09-15
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