Time was passing slowly. I dragged my suitcase behind me aimlesly walking from gate to gate and watching in growing disappointment how all the shops and caffes were closing one after another . The bubbly life that had been here just an hour ago had died. People, walking by in a hurry, with certain aim, were talking foreign tongues. My pace was slow. My feet were aching, and I decided to find some seats comfortable enough to lie down and stretch my legs. I found my quiet oasis at the furthest gates and ejoyed the opportunity to place myself horizontally. I was not sleepy so my mind revisited the places I'd seen today. In particular the colourful jungle in the museum of contemporary art. I'd felt immediate joy once I saw it. It might be due to some resemblance of Dr. Seuss books. I smiled again and it echoed in my whole body till it reached my relaxed toes. Suddenly, there was yet another stream of passengers. My oasis was disturbed and I looked at them without any interest. The feeling of disappointment about the delayed flight was back.
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