don't know when I'll be back again...
I've got Bjork's cover of that song stuck in my head. Not entirely unfitting, since I'm sitting by the gate and will board in an hour ad a half. After that the AirH card will just be a small piece of curious junk, so I'll use it as much as I can until then.
I've grown so much more attached to this country than I realized while living here. Airports however are all the same, so on this neutral ground it feels like I've already left. All thats left before I'm home is a bunch of hours of discomfort, boredom and security controls. At least I have candy.

edit: I don't know why, but Blogger decided it was a good idea to put this post four days earlier than it was actually written, sorry for any confusion.