Aéroportum faunus,
wanabee Or type faunas, groups and individuals who make the tumult and the Crusaders chased falsely chaotic international airports
How? I generalize? Not at all, I am a botanist: this is a perfectly scientific herbarium to claim, and you will therefore follow me, blindfolded. First
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Good, let: type my airport and its tribes
1) The family are expert travel convenient, large, noisy, led by its natural leader shouting, Uncle Roberto. Middle Class Family in Latin meaning, omnipresent, Raul comfortable, supportive and cancagneuse, present and stifling and oppressive exciting, curious, voyeur, generous, all at once. The extended family is about to start, some have everything planned for ages, some since before the day is that we will not begin to deny the world is still the familia. The extended family within the meaning of the term, therefore, uncles, babies, cousins of his blood as PRIMOS meaning friends so close they are PRIMOS, what, the novios, novias, even those of Class Lidl, patches, esposo, esposa, suegra-stepmother, and even what Abuelita thereby on another type of cart that squeaks, too. This mass
informal walks at the American Airlines counter, por fin, finally, Miami, hands them his arms vulgos dasn which they run, I can already see, the magic of anticipation imagination with their burgers and mega giga Wafler, their reflections of sun cream and the evil spread of epileptic neon light up the night their fat and glossy fronts.
Always ready to generate stampedes of anthology, preferably at the expense of others, but the benefit of the group, that family is what is closest airport to the Lebanese families (well I doubt that tell you something, classifying people on a scale without discomfort is almost a crime ...). In short, we do not see it and to no avail: they'll péteront the roustons until you end up changing without consulting you, yelling loudly, accomplices and sure of their strength (strength in numbers ), and is commander-liter Guisky galore. His greatest disdain: the man alone.
2) The traveler "frequency more Flying Blue Gold card, the subscriber take-offs, Rotterdam to Rio: the high-tech nomad decrypts faster than everybody tables, counters, terminals, corridors, including faster than this little world that surrounds him and that he despises money, these juniors, these rednecks, who understands him faster than we , donkeys bats, the operation of the bouquet of movies and games available on the touch screen of the aircraft, membership and fresh sandwiches and beverages to choose from, you raid the Chained Duck, Le Monde, Libération, primarily the world because he is a master in art of thinking in his mouth (and let's be fair, that's copaings expatounets in withdrawal of readings: Notwithstanding the ads plastered Dior and Gucci New Obs'iens they are missing the buggers, and Mr. ... or provides the other way, cartons of Marlboro Light hidden in his shirt spring). First to rise, first to descend, he mastered the tempo, flow, it is the client business in eco, frugal of his gestures, his impulses, his impatience. His briefcase is false steel gray metal, chic and comfort. This is the guy who will tell you where is the fucking plexiglass bubble of cum to go if inhaled nicotine. Or it does not tell you, on purpose to be him, relaxed between two tasting muffins in the Club Iberia. Depend on his mood, the contract at stake, his performance of yesterday. His greatest contempt tourists horde as in solo.
3) The lost, it is somewhat easier to uncover: it is obviously the one who spends his time looking up, mesmerized by the panels departures, arrivals, connections, outlets, luggage, transit, subway , train, bus, car, is it that guides you easily, looking here and there the behavior of others, but these others are often in another queue for another destination, in other hands. Spends his time looking up, so waiting for a sign from God telling him where and how to move his aircraft magical. It's his name usually is meant to loop through the systems audio from the airport, last call, Monica Periwinkle Burra, last call, the more, because of its natural disorientation as the emphasis sometimes surprising used by the home agent to deliver tens of exotic-sounding names, Monica crashes sometimes, convinced they call constantly, wrongly. The lost (and not lost because the sub-narrator has so decided, stink), it is also one which, by its looks too innocent of the first times she wears high, too high, is stripped of his pocket currency by holders Pomeranians, miscreants rickshaw, taximeter without meter, tuk tuk, director of plastic Shine pump and bag, which populate the terminals in the day hunting fool. It is this air of easy prey and bumbling that makes it so vulnerable, so touching. His greatest sorrow: itself.
4) The bagpackers or mochileros South America and Central hairy tufts placed on these backpack Quechua, these fake hippies of the trip, with their mouths whitish initially, which beat the pavement a foot energetic almost euphoric, totally unbearable for the blues man, full of candor, the insane, with respect to waves of plagues, diseases, buboes, typhus, strange and barbaric habit of waiting for them, of course, virus attacks, separatist groups, landslides, malaria, scurvy, warm piss, rape and other floods and cataclysms that await them without flinching. Systematically extended to 2-3 seats or, faute de mieux, aligned with marble floors of the endless corridors of loading zones, these young and growing old youth are already being brainless preparatory reading, exhaustive, Backpacker, the guide yet known to be the guide for the delay, for the lack of update these nicks "cheap" and addresses the basic belief that everything will go as planned. His greatest contempt: the traveler who arrives by taxi neat.
5) The beautiful loser, who loses everything, who has forgotten everything, who has canceled the flight, which will be bad weather, which has to pay a surcharge, which has been overbooked mouth, so has more room, who negotiates too late and too weakly to make up for the shot, get paid for one night's hotel, at least, a check clearing system, which is wrong terminal, day, flight terminal, fucking shit c 'is 5:00 AM or PM? Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerde! The beautiful loser, you forgot to get to the finish, what a sad picture that curved silhouette standing there alone in the rain, while the Ballet reunion hugs and evaporated a long time already. The loser, who will nab all the crap that they promised to bagpackers get away with, a privilege of age, insolence and recklessness that immunize bad karma somehow. Loser magnificent airport, which is checked every 50 meters, searched her anus, carjack, hijack, hostage, stripped. His contempt was fate that mocks him, and obviously the Flying Blue Gold Express traveler who glides like an archangel, unbearable Péteux carefree.
6) And then there are the couple farewell with infinite multiple, constantly renewed, which intertwines, s'aggrippe, refuses the irremediable, anticipating the worst, accepoet, then returned for a final, spirited, we say it will and it will not take long, just a cut, short transition, unless, unless, she forgets, she finds someone "better", more, more, and this tear, and this anxiety there, and this beauty of love in removing you some tears distance inland, you, the voyeur suddenly moved. Their fear of them is forgotten.
7) And then the citizen is in a bad mood, whose land non-preferred game and is arguably the metal detector, or it rattle, it does not include these finicky uniforms, and godasses as dumb? But pourquoiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii? But it is irritating to remove these belts, to show his ticket, passport, and so that free riding, AA passing through the sides, it prevents the tail. The French excelled in this category of official Olympic Nordic combined moaner.
8) And then there's overloaded, stuffed the bags and mark markdown, the queen of the VAT refund, always ready to spend 2 hours in Customs for a refund of the VAT's Maousse Shop (The diminutive ette and takes a farcical turn with it), Miami Beach has been generous, she asks for help to everyone, flexible, I do not go out with my 4 suitcases in the hold and my 8 handbags.
9) And then there is the man's duty free zone tax-free purchase, a child as a toy, these glittering galleries who subjugate. It is fun and embraquer time, he realizes he forgot gifts for others and the promise of skin care for the bride, tpete
scatterbrained ... And then the forgetful, the sure to be something at least, not quiet or departure or arrival, he booked three times, he knows all the rules on changing seats of passengers, sometimes four hours in advance, just talk to you, not cleared, you rrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaa stresses me, what, o and then, well, just need the reassure, OK, I reply. Nicely. Troip later.
He will never abandon you to the exit at CDG ...
That these are characters and things seen and dissected in Mexico City, Santiago, Medellin, Quito, Caracas, CDG, I still know that ...
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