Aftermath one step closer to the end

Well, the tests came and the tests left. I think it went well. Could have gone better. But it's done!

Now I can't sleep, I wake up thinking of economics, or of someone telling me to go to Paud with someone else, because apparently we became friends.

I was going through my diaries of the months before I started the blog. August through October, everything's there. The rush of emotions, the flashbacks, the pictures, everything remains there.

Bombay airport. 9pm.

I was about to open the doors and exit into the night air when the sight surprised me, the white canvases on the air, and then: Nydia was right. "Take a breath of fresh air before you get out, the heat is intense". The shirt on my back and my thick jeans told me so. Pushing my baggage through the arrival area, with so many people waiting, with signs, for people they didn't apparently know. Where was my second year? Who was coming to pick me up from Bombay airport?

So I go, and I find a telephone booth. Big, blue, with a yellow sign, two or three old telephones, and a smiling lady. Luckily, I have the acceptance letter from the school with the telephone number on it. I call, so many numbers... strange. Someone with an accent similar to the guy in the airport (i.e. almost unintelligible) tells me to call to the driver's telephone. He gives me another really long telephone number. I hang, and I tell the lady on the booth that I need to call again. I pay her for the first call, and I take the telephone to call to the cellphone.

"Hello, I'm Khristian from Guatemala, and I'm at the airport, where are you now?" "5 to 10 fdjklasjfda" "What??" "5 to 10 fdhajkld" "Dios... "Ok, fine fine"

I hang and I go near the parking lot, by the telephone booth with my bags. "Where are they?" "What did I get myself into...?"

I go, and by an Iced Tea from the Lipton stand in the airport. A lot cheaper than in the U.S., though I still don't know exactly how much. Then I go by the telephone booth, and I see the guy that sold me the juice that is walking out of the stand, and he's barefoot. A bunch on Indian people are sitting by the stand and looking at me. It's as if they knew I'm lost. Then someone offers me a ride. No.

Finally, I ask the lady to call the driver and talk to him in "Hindi". She, very nicely, agrees after a bit of persistence from me. I give her the number, and she then hangs and tells me: "He'll be here in 5 to 10 minutes". Glory! So I pay her I think 50 or 100 rupees of the joy :) and as courtesy because she helped me. She refuses to accept them. But I insist more. She takes it. Thats what angels are for.

Finally, I wait for a while, and I see this girl with short hair, skinny, with colored clothes that comes by and opens an old sign that says "The Mahindra United World College of India" smiling, I think hoping that it would be me. And yes! It's me.

She tells me her name after approaching me in a weird accent. Her name's Anna. She says something but I still don't get it very well. We go around finding the driver.

We find him after searching a while... we are now in the lower level of the parking lot, passing in between cars and cars, and I see it, amongst a thousand others, a big, grey jeep with the logo of the school in one of the windows. I opened the back and put my bag onto it. Anna and me got in and waited for a while. As soon as it started moving I felt relief. It was so good to know I was already going "home" as I called it.