The beginning
By Joao Avila Nava
6 April 2007
... Wakes me up a scent of coffee and airplane, the stewardess leaves in my small table coffee, a brownie and a croissant, How smells the airplane? like ADO (Mexican National Bus) and turbulence, the ADO smells like conditioned air and a little bit of indifference... The first question of the day: How long is the line to the airplane?, hopefully short, to be able to close the door of Mexico easily, of Mazunte, hopefully did not leave the tail, but the horns, not those vulgar of infidelity and lies (well those too), but the horns typically possessed people, those that cause that we see in us somebody who we did not know that we were, hatred to say it but I am escaping of myself for that reason, I hope that to arrive at Madrid (half of the trip) it supposes to leave a little emotional ballast back and also I hope to arrive at Delhi affirming my theory that I can leave my position of conscience back...
will be able that? ... to travel without one self ?.
The flight fare was better of which I hoped. Hey by 500 usd fly from Cancun to Madrid ?, if I augured an austere trip since I saw the line to the counter ... Spanish young people who were in the Mayan Riviera by 7 days !! some repeated the few words that learned (well that they heard) "- Orale guey -". Many of them were carrying beautifully worked mariachi hats, surrounded in hard transparent plastic bags, holding them in one hand and the other their suitcase with little wheels on a line of at least 100 people, Why aren´t they wearing them?... It is a good opportunity to put them on, I mean, they are in Mexico, certainly can think they would see ridiculous, but in Spain the ridiculous situation would be the triple, will end up adorning some wall or like scandalous gift for somebody... They have read my thoughts and two boys... will use them until approaching the airplane.
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