Tuesday, November 7, 2017
Chapter 33: Airport
The two villagers entered the international airport.
They looked around at the strange sights and sounds, appearing for all the world as if they were already in another country, rather than their own.
The old woman seemed oblivious to the hectic madness going on all around her. Her grandson, on the other hand, made himself dizzy looking at all the different things.
Up until this point in his life he had never even seen a Western business suit. This place was filled with them. Even some women wore suits, which made no sense at all within his cultural mindset.
The people also pulled tiny, little bags with wheels on them. This made him look at his own yarn-tied bedroll and wonder how these people could fit all of their blankets into such a small box?
They had been here once before three days ago. The place baffled the boy then, every bit as much as it did now.
The two waited their turn in line. Just as before, those around them seemed strangely taciturn and uninterested in their conversation.
Once they reached the front, Antonio approached the woman at the ticket counter. She was not the same woman from the other day, but he assumed that surely the other would have passed on the information that Niñera and her grandson would be back once they obtained a 'passport'.
Antonio still wasn't sure exactly what those were for. All they contained was a photo and information like height, weight, hair color... all things that any fool could see just by looking at them. In the end he decided that the papers were there to help describe them people with poor eyesight.
"Buenas tardes, ma'am." said Antonio. "We are the ones you sent to get passports."
The woman had a distant look that communicated anything but recollection.
Antonio offered the papers and continued, "We would like two tickets to fly to America."
The woman made a face.
"On an airplane." Antonio said, attempting to fill in whatever confusion the lady had.
"Where in America?" she finally replied.
"W-where?" He pondered the question for a moment. "What are the choices available."
The woman made a frustrated noise. "Listen, kid. There are over 300 major airports in the United States as well as 500 local services. The country is over 500 million square miles in size! If you want me to sell you a ticket, you need to be a little more specific than you are right now."
Antonio and his grandmother conversed with one another in low tones. The line behind them was growing frustrated.
After a painfully long time, the two reached a conclusion.
"Niñera says she wants to deliver a message to a man she saw in a vision. Please sell us a ticket to where he lives."
The woman began to bang her head on the counter.
"What is the matter señora? Still not specific enough?"