Thursday, 30 October 2014

Journey on my own


Łódź, Poland

I woke up with a sudden jerk. I felt my scarf pressing against my cheek. The whole world seemed very blur. I heard some voice, someone speaking in the microphone. I could not understand what she was saying. I took me a couple of seconds before I realised the plane was landing. I had just felt the wheels touch the ground. The plane had landed in Warsaw- the capital and largest city of Poland. The time is 17:10 and the temperature outside was 12 degree Celsius. It had been a very tiring day for me. I realised that I had fallen asleep as soon as the plane had taken off. The plane was going towards the parking; I sat in my seat trying to catch my breath. And then, I slowly started to get off the seat as the plane was getting empty. I wanted to get my luggage from above me. I pulled my super heavy cabin suitcase from the compartment (pretending to be a weight lifting champion). I dragged it behind me and walked out of the aircraft very lazily. It was rather a crowded airport. There were signs with a lot of consonants (polish) randomly arranged to make absolute no sense. I looked frantically for an exit sign. For, I still had to catch a bus and travel for 2 hours more. I also needed some Zlothy (polish money). I quickly rushed to the nearest bankomat while I tried to connect to the wifi. I wanted to text my mum on whatsapp that I reached. I see no reason why, but I wanted to do it. I followed the signs, walked out of the airport. The chill in the air started to creep up my leg through my jeans (of course this was nothing in comparison to Sweden, however I am still not thick skinned). I continued my walk. The confusing signs finally lead me to some space which looked like a bus terminal. I had a ticket and still had 15mins before the bus. I waited there finally feeling a bit relaxed. But when it was 5:50 and the bus was not there I started to sweat a bit. I wondered if I was at the right place or missed my bus. (I have had worst experiences before. Especially with missing buses and airplanes) I was so used to the promptness of the Nordic countries that even 5 mins delay made me stress.
Finally the bus arrived and I loaded my luggage and got into this mini bus (modlin bus). It was surprising full. Forget about choosing a seat, I had to just squeeze into the last seat. I wanted to look outside the window to see a bit of Warsawa, but thanks to my tiredness I fell asleep again. So comfortably in the most uncomfortable seat ever. The next I woke up was 20 mins before I reached Lodz. I got off the bus, went straight into the bus station and bought a ticket for the public bus like I even know what I am doing.
Only when I got out 

I did not know which bus to take to the hotel I was staying. I did not know which direction it was. I was afraid to take a bus and end up somewhere very far away from the city. The hotel was 2.5 kms away. I decided to walk. I had my hand bag hanging on my shoulder and a suit case coming behind me. I walked an empty street. It had a series of lights. But there was no one on the street. It was reality check. I was walking alone. All alone 8,205 km (1,654 hrs away by foot) away from where the people I love are. It was dark - still there was light. I street was empty still a feeling of safety because no was there. I had left my love and my life behind me. I was searching for something. Something in a country I have never been in. In a place that was unfamiliar to me, around the people who don’t speak my language and in world where I have no one called mine. I went there looking for something: What was it. The thirst for knowledge (I was going to graphic design camp) or for inner peace or for answers to my unending chain of questions of life and people. Was it a coward move to run away or a brave step to stand for the dreams?
I could walk no more! My phone was low on battery, my stomach was low on food, brain was low on sleep and life was low on motivation. I somehow made it to the meeting. All of the other members dressed in elegant clothes attending the grand opening ceremony. I stood there with my messes hair, loose floral pants and a plain tshirt. Staring at the warm smiles. :)

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