Flight from Warsaw to Kiev:
The young Ukrainian woman next to me on the plane is coming back from her vacation in Spain. Her boyfriend lives in Frankfurt, she runs a business selling cosmetics in Kiev. Her dream is to go to the USA one day.
Kiev Terminal A: late in the evening.
Only one couple and another man have found the quiet refugee on the second floor of the small Terminal A buildıng on the Kiev airport. There are no other people around and it is quiet. The airconditioning is bad and the skin feels somewhat sticky from sweat. Airport workers keep walking through laughing and shouting at each other until late in the night.
The flight to Istanbul leaves first thing next morning.
The young Ukrainian woman next to me on the plane is coming back from her vacation in Spain. Her boyfriend lives in Frankfurt, she runs a business selling cosmetics in Kiev. Her dream is to go to the USA one day.
Kiev Terminal A: late in the evening.
Only one couple and another man have found the quiet refugee on the second floor of the small Terminal A buildıng on the Kiev airport. There are no other people around and it is quiet. The airconditioning is bad and the skin feels somewhat sticky from sweat. Airport workers keep walking through laughing and shouting at each other until late in the night.
The flight to Istanbul leaves first thing next morning.
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