Heathrow is just another airport I have to layover. I don't really like this airport that much. Cold and busy. International airport always brings about some thrills to me to the fact that you cross path with people from any possible corners of the world in a cramped space for a little time before they all disappear again. It's quite dramatic. At Healthrow, everyone seems so assured where to go and they are so focused on their footsteps, not having a single second wasted on wandering or noticing other fellow passengers whom they are meant to cross path with for a few second in their life. Is everyone else really certain where they are going and for what reasons? Or I'm the only one who doesn't have a very definite destination or who might as well consider Heathrow airport as one of her destinations?
Now that I don't rush anywhere for a few hours, I carried on a conversation with a lovely Iraqi woman and her two beautiful boys. This woman medical doctor told me the life in Baghdad is very normal and safe.
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