I was sitting on the floor for almost two hours since my arrival - tired and hungry and bored (but not as bored as the two people waiting for me). The carousel is busted, I heard someone said. There were technical problems in the air bus, explained the officer.
Today, two years ago, I flew to Australia. Why? I'm not really sure. I used to say I did it to have a better life (read: better paying job) but sometimes I would say I moved there so I can take my family with me after a few years. My reasons were always changing, I guess I couldn't make up my mind that time. A year has passed since I decided to move back here and now I am certain: I just wanted to run away.
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