5th of September – It’s my party and I cry if I want to

It’s my third time this year to be at Larnaka airport. It was so exhausting to get here today. First I took a bus from Turtle Bay to Girne and then another one from Girne to Nicosia. Then I had to walk through the old town as usual to get to the other side. I planned to walk some more until I find a lovely cafe to kill some time (the estonian expression is much better – „to measure time“ or „to make time fit“), but somehow I found myself at the Kapnos Airport Shuttle bus station 5 km away. To be fair, I was carrying like 12kg-bag and it was like 50 degrees again. At every cafe I said I’ll step into the next one, but I ran out of cafes. Oh that indecisiveness! At the bus station I had to kill some more time. I took a can of Nestea from the machine and while drinking it i noticed the recycle sign „C“ on it just like we have in Estonia. Wow, they have the same system I began to think until I noticed the word „Säilitusainetevaba“ staring back at me from the can and some labels in estonian, latvian, lithuanian and polish. Polish products taking over the world.

So here I am sitting at a cafe at the airport. I changed my outfit (ok, I put on everything that I could to make the bag fit to the ryanair baggage measurement limit controlling box) I also put on a little make up, which I am obviously regretting, because I think it might be all over my face now. See, did I mention that I have become like 300% more emotional with the past year? Sometimes when we were watching a movie from telly in the summer, I cried but mom did NOT cry – that is unusual.

Nevermind I’ll find someone like you

I wish nothing but the best for you too

Don’t forget me I beg

I remember you said

Sometimes it lasts in love

But sometimes it hurts instead

And that song was all that it took to make the leaving-sadness-tears pour down my cheeks. And it kills me that I do not remember what song it is, cause I want to listen to it forever and just feel bad for myself. Whoever you wrote it – why? Were did you take those words from – my heart? Ok, and just now he called me. So I sit here at the cafe crying. Do you know the kind of crying where it’s a public place and you are doing everything to hide the tears and the sobbing, but deep inside you wish that someone would notice and come to comfort you? And when noone comes you start to pity yourself and cry even more. Ok, maybe I am the only one who is experiencing this. Anyways – the airports are like a carnival arena. But why are all those artists in pairs or groups? Why do they all look so happy? Already I am feeling so lonely. I don’t want to be this pile of misery when I reach my next host in Girona.

Finally it is time to get to the plane. Oh, and i discovered that I left my charger in Turtle Bay and the battery is getting low. This is not cool. Who has a Nokia nowadays in this crazy world of Blackberries and Iphones?