I took a solo trip to the German Hauptstadt Berlin last weekend to visit an admissions fair for masters programs in international realtions. It was fun to see another side of Germany (quite literally), and to get out of the normal groove of things for a while. I also tried to step out of my comfort zone and met a few strangers that became friends.
I'm not sure how many of you have flown on Ryan Air before, but its an interesting experience. In their attempt to make flights cheap (I paid 0 -- yes, you read that correctly, zero-- Euro for my flight from Frankfurt to Berlin), they fly you in and out of the middle of nowhere, claiming to fly to "major world cities." The flight from Berlin to Ryan Air's "Frankfurt" takes 1 hour. The bus trip from the "Frankfurt" airport to the train station in downtown Frankfurt takes 1.75 hours.
Here's a poem I wrote during my wait in the tiny garage they call an airport:
The Ladies' Room in Frankfurt Hahn
The flickering, flourescent light
and cold white tile
in the Ladies' Room of the Frankfurt Hahn International Airport
do not do justice
to its global renown
as an international crossroad.
And on my way to see
chef d'oeuvres that redefined history,
I am reminded
of the fat and sweaty
at the bottom of the esclaotor
in London's Picadilly Circus
(it smelled of urine, too).
And of the fact that,
though we try our best to forget it,
we're not that different