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The Beginning
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The Beginning
The pilot on the flight back seemed to have some kind of death wish. I was staring out of the window as we were coming into land, watching the horizon shake up and down dangerously.
The young English couple sat next to me didn't seem to appreciate me remarking "This guy can't fly for shit". At least I didn't say "We're all going to die", which is what I was thinking.
We didn't die. But it was chucking it down at East Midlands.
I'm back at home now. I got back last Tuesday night. Where a I left struggling under the weight of a bag that was bigger than me, and that weighted 50lbs, I returned with a carrier bag full of duty-free cigarettes.
Marie-Louise got home on the Thursday. I spoke to her on Friday. She had broken up with her boyfriend, and the job was mine if I still wanted it.
I've changed Karim's ticket to her name. We leave on the 19th November.
That's it really, not much else to say.
I don't know if I'm supposed to add a wise moral to the story here. Maybe tell you all what it is I've learned, or how I've grown or developed in the last three months. Something profound, insightful and inspiring. I haven't really got anything like that. There's the whole thing about the bag - I came back without any of my stuff, but, in true American Teen Drama Over Moralising Fable bollocks, I had a lot more than I left with. But you've got to be careful about talking like that. People will start calling you a hippie.
And my hair really is too short to join their club.
"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and take a look round once in a while - you could miss it." - Ferris Bueller's Day Off
Oh yeah, and one more thing -
There is no spoon.
x
Mike Horner
Nottingham, 25th October 2002
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