Chapter 36 daydream (1)

So far in my life, I have experienced "this is called a daydream" only once in my life. This is what happened on the platform of the Bern railway station in Switzerland. It really can only be described as a pipe dream. That day, I was unlucky from the start.I was on vacation for about ten days, and I planned to meet my brother in the Cologne Chamber Orchestra first, and then meet four Japanese friends in Zurich and go to Bern together.It was my first time to Switzerland. After flying from Cologne to Zurich, I realized that the four friends flew over from Venice, and it would take three hours to arrive, and then another hour before the plane flew to Bern, so I Got four hours to spare.I bought a postcard at the store, found a nice coffee shop, sat there and wrote a postcard to my parents in Japan, telling them I had just met my brother and was in Zurich and so on.Zurich Airport is amazingly large, many people are coming in and out, there are crying children, whining old ladies, and some people are walking while opening their bags and throwing their contents everywhere... I observed leisurely with those people.I've never felt "bored" in my life, and sometimes it's weird to hear people say "Oh, how boring."Seeing that it was almost time, I went to the front desk to check in.I checked all my luggage out, leaving only my small bag with me, which was very easy.So, I found the post office to post the postcard, and took a leisurely walk nearby.Announcements were played continuously in several languages ​​on the radio, and I heard news concerning me from the English announcement:

"The flight from Venice will be delayed due to the fog." My friends took the flight from Venice. "Hey, it's broken, it's broken, everyone will miss the plane?" I hurried to the front desk.There was a tall, fair-haired, Swiss-looking woman, and I asked her eagerly: "I heard that the flight from Venice will be delayed because of the fog. That flight is connected to the one I'm going to take this time. I have friends coming from Venice. If they are late, I will take the same flight to Berne. Can you wait for them for a while?" The woman with blue eyes looked at me sympathetically and said:

"Oh, I'm not sure, but there's never been a case where the next flight was delayed because the previous flight was late. Because a lot of flights are connected." It's over! In fact, several of us know the name of the hotel in Bern. If you can’t take this flight with me, I’ll just go to that hotel and wait for them.But I think walking alone is "too boring!" We finally agreed to meet in Zurich, and I don't like walking alone.I found a place where I could see the planes landing, but I didn't know the markings of the various airlines, and after a while I couldn't figure out which planes were coming from where.I went back to the front desk and asked:

"Has the flight from Venice arrived yet?" "not yet." Oh, what can I do? I was very sad when I parted from my brother, and now I am even more sad. The relaxed mood just now has disappeared.But now there is still a little time, let's wait. I wanted to find out where the guests coming from the direction of Venice would come out, so I walked in an unfamiliar direction.It was also my bad luck that there suddenly appeared a group of people in strange clothes, which I had never seen before.They looked like gypsies, mostly women, all wearing long printed dresses, long scarves around their necks, necklaces jingling, hair tousled, everyone was shouting, and they couldn't make out what they were saying What language, but it can be seen that they are starting a big migration.Among them are obese aunts who are crying loudly, and mothers who are pulling their children.Beside the old lady standing solemnly, there was a laughing little girl, and a young girl bowed her head in silence.Interestingly, it is completely invisible where they are going.They just gathered together, shouting loudly.The women all wore rather bright make-up.However, if they are actors or dancers, their costumes are generally dirty.I was fascinated by it, and thought to myself, "There are really all kinds of people in the world."

Now that I think about it, I must have been there for a long time, when I suddenly came back and found that the plane I was going to take off was ten minutes away.broken! I parted the crowd and ran to the front desk, asking: "Has the flight from Venice arrived yet?" "Oh... ah, it's here." Great!I hurried to the boarding gate.But my luck was really bad. The plane I was going to take almost stopped at the most remote corner of the airport. I was a runner since elementary school, so I ran over at full speed.But run and run, this airport is so big, it's almost like running on a Yoyogi playground.Finally, I saw the gate "4" to which I was going.I was about to make a final sprint when I saw two girls in uniform shut the door of number four and lock it with a key, and I turned pale.

"Excuse me, is this a flight to Bern?" The two girls turned their heads and said "yes" and were about to put the keys back in their pockets.I hurriedly said: "This is the flight I'm on! I have four friends coming from Venice, connecting on this flight, and they'll be worried if I don't make it. Open the door, please!"