A flash of light is entering through the window Bodies start to stretch after the long night. Good morning, bonjour, bom dia, buen dia, guten morgen … Many languages contained in a small space, all the dreams and expectations A baby babbling at the left, a toddler asking ‘are we there yet?’ at the right People are moving in the aisle, rushing for the lavatories The cabin crew is busy, checking if everyone is ok and collecting the night trash The coffee fragrance spreads along the plane, soon breakfast will be served, the landing approaches. Welcome to …“There’s something about arriving in new cities, wandering empty streets with no destination. I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I’m born to leave.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps
Tea & Paper 