Your bag was escorted by a bent, small ancient woman on a cart. She came to the height of your waist, and slowly passed among your first sight of life. No thought had taken place when shuffling through thousands of life's greatest and worst achievements. The massive terminal was void of floor space. People, children, luggage
covered it as if humanities sky opened and its dense rain poured. You were never so happy as then remembering what a still mind may hold in its noise. Not sure whether your grandfather inducing 60 proof ´white alcohol´ with little reaction had influence, but you walked out.