29 April, 2011

at athens internatinal airport

At Athens international airport, I saw a group of high school students near one of departing gates, maybe, coming from U.K. Two male teachers in their middle-age accompanied them, and managed and led this total of about 30 boys-and-girls all together.

These students were literally so different.
An obliging girl with dark brown hair was giving a shoulder-massage to the boy with short curly blond, who were sitting before her and closed his eyes with fully relaxing. Then, they switched their roles.
A little bit fat boy was carrying a ukulele and found an empty seat in the middle of boys-group.
There was one class-mate-couple, and the girl leaned on the boy who was the only student having a thin mustache.
Two fashionable, bad-guy-like boys were having sandwiches at the cafe, and besides them, a teacher in short pants talked with them with laughing each other.
A little bit fat girl accidentally kicked her friend's baggage while walking through the students, and said "wow" comically, two times, instead of saying "sorry". The girl, whose baggage was kicked, also kicked this fat girl's butt in reprisal. The boy who sitting beside her laughed for a while.

Seeing these, I just wondered if we, my colleagues and I in our office, are also so different and have so various characters like these students.
Maybe not. In our company, we all may seem to be same, because we are all in business suit, because we are doing same business, which we chose for living.

Here was Athens international airport. For a while, I remembered many of my high school class mates. We were so different at the time.

02 April, 2011

from mdina to the port in the morning

In the morning, I was at the top of the hill of the ancient city, Mdina, and overlooking the faraway port-town, Sliema, where then I would try to reach by walking. It was a nice winter day. Sometimes, a little bit chilly and strong winds carried a bunch of white and gray clouds in the water-blue sky.

The day before this quasi-sunny day was a heavy rainy day. So, walking down a far long slope from Mdina
or in English I can say "Imdina" to the port, I found some large puddles covering the entire roads. Sometimes, I walked through the center of the puddle with my old new-balance shoes. Sometimes, I had to climb up the road-side stone fence in order to avoid the muddy water. From the fence, I saw two or three small white butterflies already waking up (still in winter) and looking for some flowers.

Old and yellow buses passed me several times with lazy speeds. A small truck putting a small lamb in its back carrying-platform also passed me. At the time, the lamb bleated or baaed with a small but clear voice. And this lamb bleating made me feel the extent of this small island. At the end, it was about 20 km walking.


Finally, here was Sliema, port town of Malta.