Monday, November 23, 2009
Sitting in Zurich's light-flooded airport terminal, watching tidy little trucks ferry things back and forth between neat expanses of clipped green grass. The Alps are blue in the distance, the air smells good, and A. is wheeling the girls around in an empty luggage cart, recklessly and unmolested. Goodbye, Russia -- I hope I never, ever have to go back.
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I'm thinking of that scene in The Wizard of Oz when Toto gets out of the basket and makes a break for it, and Dorothy sobs, "He got away! He got away!"
wow - good luck in your future travels!
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