When There became Here
-Can I have another glass of water please?- said Sergio to the stewardess. He had been flying on that plane for two hours and twenty minutes and he had drank only water during the flight, his bladder was about to reach its limit but he asked for another glass of water anyway.
- Do you want me to put ice in it again?- asked the stewardess gently.
- If you don't mind, please.- He replied with a shy smile.
- Of course not, it's always my pleasure. - she said.
Sergio turned his head towards to the window's side, he wanted to get his sight lost into the greatness of the sea, it was amazingly blue, just like the way he felt. The closer Sergio got to his destination the more worried he was. He had never been that far from what he knew and he felt like there was nothing meant for him at the place he was heading to.
-Here's your water sweetie - said the stewardess who had come back from the plane's kitchen, Sergio didn't answer, he just gave her a smile and received the glass promptly.
It was a year-long stay, and he thought he was not prepared for it, but he had no other choice. His whole year had been all about that trip, his father wanted him to go and had done all the possible arrangements to make him do that...and he did.
Suddenly Sergio felt a sting within his belly, he had to go to the restroom.
A year or maybe more than that, maybe a year and a half, he wanted to come back right at that instant, but it had only been two hours and thirty minutes since he left, two hours and thirty minutes from a year!. Time was against him, it pronounced itself like an ocean of seconds, an hourglass filled up with grains of sand from a whole desert, and every grain represented one of those choking seconds.
His teardrops where salty, just like the ocean should be- he thought.
The plane had almost arrived, Sergio filled up and sign the papers of migration and customs, then stood still until the light of the fasten your seat belt sign was lit. Sergio got off the plane after the landing.
As he approached at the airport's exit he felt like he was trapped in some kind of dream, the situation felt unreal to him, he had thought of that moment like a far future only, he never realized that the day of this travel would certainly come and he'd had to say goodbye... at that moment he knew that the place that had been so distant from his home and seemed to be so far far away to be called present, stopped being there and started being here.
An anguish feeling shadowed his face, his sight blurred and his knees started to crumble, he could not resist longer and offloaded his bladder.
- Do you want me to put ice in it again?- asked the stewardess gently.
- If you don't mind, please.- He replied with a shy smile.
- Of course not, it's always my pleasure. - she said.
Sergio turned his head towards to the window's side, he wanted to get his sight lost into the greatness of the sea, it was amazingly blue, just like the way he felt. The closer Sergio got to his destination the more worried he was. He had never been that far from what he knew and he felt like there was nothing meant for him at the place he was heading to.
-Here's your water sweetie - said the stewardess who had come back from the plane's kitchen, Sergio didn't answer, he just gave her a smile and received the glass promptly.
It was a year-long stay, and he thought he was not prepared for it, but he had no other choice. His whole year had been all about that trip, his father wanted him to go and had done all the possible arrangements to make him do that...and he did.
Suddenly Sergio felt a sting within his belly, he had to go to the restroom.
A year or maybe more than that, maybe a year and a half, he wanted to come back right at that instant, but it had only been two hours and thirty minutes since he left, two hours and thirty minutes from a year!. Time was against him, it pronounced itself like an ocean of seconds, an hourglass filled up with grains of sand from a whole desert, and every grain represented one of those choking seconds.
His teardrops where salty, just like the ocean should be- he thought.
The plane had almost arrived, Sergio filled up and sign the papers of migration and customs, then stood still until the light of the fasten your seat belt sign was lit. Sergio got off the plane after the landing.
As he approached at the airport's exit he felt like he was trapped in some kind of dream, the situation felt unreal to him, he had thought of that moment like a far future only, he never realized that the day of this travel would certainly come and he'd had to say goodbye... at that moment he knew that the place that had been so distant from his home and seemed to be so far far away to be called present, stopped being there and started being here.
An anguish feeling shadowed his face, his sight blurred and his knees started to crumble, he could not resist longer and offloaded his bladder.
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