People being killed. People being born. People lying to their spouse. People crying. I’ve seen them all. All them sad when they get to me. They all laugh in front of me, they all let their emotions flow when thoughts are far from the moment they should wish to linger. I am no good for them. No comfort. When they realise I’m not even a part of their city, it might be even worse. All I have to offer is my atmosphere of international relations and the feeling of being their last kiss, their last laugh, their last tear. They always seem to forget that it is through me that they return. Yes.. being an airport is not an easy task.
Daniel Assunção Teixeira
Iuri Quinderé Emereciano
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