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Coming here was a great change for me. Travelling not only in time (because of the two-hour difference, but in season as well. Back home it was proper summer, 36 degrees celcius and here it is a mere 17-degree summer.
There is something different in the air this time. On the airport home even the passengers were not the regular local gasterbeiters who look all different but still the same. They all buy one-way tickets in search of a new life abroad. Nevermind them. No one ever seems to mind them in our country. At least not the Government.
So, as we wait for the check-in desk to open, I see a beautiful girl with black locks and dark warm eyes, seemingly from the Middle East approaching a girl with blonde straight hair - a European beauty. Smiling, the black-haired girl approached the other and touched her ever arm ever so gently. The latter stood stricken in the face of the affectionate attention of the stranger.
People around melted at the sight of them but there was no emotion nonetheless on the face of the blond girl. The black-locks then got even more insistent and moved closer and kissed the girl on the cheek. I stood there and thought about Europe and Asia (and the whole world in fact) coming together, at some point in the future.
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gastarbeiter - a foreign or migrant worker in a given country.