Amidst chaos and depression of 2016 there was one day when a random group of people in Brighton got a chance to experience a different reality. Reality in which the future is bright, good things happen, people help each other, and take brave steps because it is the right thing to do. Reality where there is hope. Hope that everything is going to be fine. It was as if my soul went on vacation to a happy place for a day.
Unlike for many other people my world began to burn back in 2014. It was quite surreal. The things I never thought possible were happening, they were becoming the “new normal”. But I always had an impression that the madness was localised. That the rest of the world (or most of it at least) was sane.
I am sitting in the coffee shop in New York City. My friend just left to run an errand, and I have a little time on my own, to think.
I am sitting in the coffee shop on a quiet street in Brooklyn, New York, United States of America. One of those impossible things. 10 years ago, 5 years ago I would not imagine this happening, perhaps only as a fantasy, nothing more.
I slowly look around, pausing in the moment, memorising the feeling.
Another city. Get off the plane. Airport. Customs officer jokes ‘are you old enough to attend conferences?’
Stumble around in a crowd of confused people trying to find their luggage. Your bag has a bright orange ribbon. Seeing it makes your heart rush just for a second.
Your friend meets you in the hall, hands you a bottle of water. After 11 hours in a metal box flying up in the sky, the water is delicious. So is air.