I watch those who wait and who depart
and this dream of seeing you makes me lonelier still…
I am that traveler who left with no goodbye,
who knows when he returns, he won’t hear your voice
(excerpt from I Am That Traveler by Ricardo Thompson)
(photo © Vladimir Vujovic)
I am going through security at the Nikola Tesla Airport (BEG) and a man in front of me keeps beeping at the metal detector. Finally – third time’s a charm – he passes through and, as we are both putting our shoes, belts, and so on, panting, obviously in a hurry to catch his flight, he turns to me and says “the last time I was so out of breath and hastily putting my clothes on I was trying not to get caught with a mistress”.