Stasis.

The trip turned out to last longer than predicted. France, CDG int'l airport. It's a maze - people would usually say, especially when angry for the fact that their flight just ran away. It took me 40min to transfer. The gate was at the end of the terminal. I was running all the time (except for being on the bus and undergoing security checks). Eventually, I saw the gate and felt a bit relieved. I ran to the check-in desk and in the same second as I reached, the gate was closed. This meant 24 hours' break. In fact, I finally got some sleep and recovered from sleepless MA thesis endaveours, ate some masterpieces of french cuisine, got up early for next flight and then finally departed to bombay.

Landing.

You land and you feel two things: It's warm and it smells. The warmth is easy to distinguish but the smell is not. It's a mixture of all smells known to man: spices, sweets, parfume, dung, mud, rain, draught, concrete, detergent, piss, spices, food... basically, india smells and that is the big difference. On the contrary, I could surely say that Poland tastes. Everything that you eat in my homelands has a clear, strong, distinguished taste. This is why we do not use so much spices. Bread, tomatoes, meat, garlic, onions, I could eat each for hours, delighted.

The guys cought me outside the airport. Arjay was there with Pauli and Malinga. They took me to Pauli's place. It was all like a dream. I did not sleep for the last 3 weeks, then I slept for 24 hours and now it all felt like dream. I was actually even wondering if it would ever fade.