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7 Hours in London Heathrow Airport

05 de septiembre de 2009 - Actualizado: 02 de agosto de 2010 - 992 lecturas - 0 comentarios - Categorías: English, Reflexiones, Viajes. - Posteado por David Bayón.

As time goes by we get older and lose the curiosity that once we had for the everyday activities. We get to a turning point in our life when simply stop wondering ourselves (and asking to our patient parents) so difficult questions as, for instance, ‘Why the sky is blue?’.

This might be a consequence of the maturing of our brains, which makes us to focus on the things that we are taught that are really important (studies, work, whatever…). We eventually admit that some things are like they are and do not worry any more about their explanation.

However, some days ago I realized that we do not lose that skill of wondering about ‘the small things of life’ and that we simply set it to a sort of ‘pause mode’ instead. I had to wait in London Heathrow Airport for about 7 hours to take a flight and, although I was working with my laptop, I felt that child-part of me getting awake.

Feeling this in a so big airport is not rare, since you share the departure lounge rooms of the terminals with people that just some minutes later are going to travel far away, worldwide.

Then, you start wondering why that strange man has asked you to look after his luggage although they are saying every five minutes on the public-address system not to accept anything from anyone (of course I said ‘no’ politely), or why a woman looks at you and asks ‘do you speak English?’ before making a question about the departure gate of her flight (‘excuse me madam, we are in the United Kingdom where everyone should speak good English. If you think I do not look like an English-speaking person why do not you simply ask to another one?’), etc.

I felt for a while like Tom Hanks in that movie where he played the role of a man who had to live in the terminal of an airport, but I was able to spend some time working (until the battery of my laptop ran out), reading and reuniting with part of the child that I was. An interesting experience, undoubtedly.

By the way, for those who are still wondering about why the sky is blue, it is due to the Raman Scattering effect ;).