Flying back home…
And that’s how our trip ends up: one week too fast, in the air, without the luggage. Song at the airport: “Why do all good things come to an end?”…
Taxi took us from the car workshop (where we left our sad and empty Renault Espace forever) to the hotel. Warm shower (yeah!), dinner, white big bed and getting used to the situation that tomorrow we are home. Not much time in the morning, so we ate breakfast and head to the airport.
Hanna was practicing her new walking skill everywhere possible: in the elevator, on both airports (we were flying via Munich), in the plane.
In Berlin our good friends welcomed us at the airport, then we visited our shop (to find some good sides of being back home). To the plane we could take only small part of our luggage (the rest will come within two weeks by car) but even this was lost on the way.
So we are back home, back to our empty room, only with hand luggage. Flatmates with visitors in the kitchen, weather similar to this when we were leaving. Not much has changed here. And so much has changed in us. I can remember every day from this half a year, first meetings with people in Ukraine in April feel like a decade ago. So many stories in head, so many names, numbers, feelings. And what to do with them now? Above us – white ceiling.
We couldn’t sleep this night. We opened the laptop and were watching pictures from the trip.