With a small group of friends, I took a journey from Athens to the Mediterranean city of Larnaca to join the European Union’s migration crisis.
We left Athens around 11:30pm local time and arrived in Larnac, a city of nearly a million.
A sign on the door told us to wait in the lobby until the airport was open.
The only thing missing was the passport.
As I waited for the plane to depart, I asked a friend, “Do you know if they have any more planes on standby?
If not, how much does it cost to fly out?”
She replied, “Not much, if anything, at least 20 euros a day.
It is not much money.”
At the airport, I had no idea where we were headed.
There were no signs of people in the terminals.
The air conditioning and the heat were so bad that I felt the heat from the window.
A few people were sitting outside waiting for the flight.
But I had forgotten about the plane and my friend and I decided to wait.
It took about half an hour for the air conditioner to start working and for the airport to open.
We boarded the flight to Larnacas, a Greek-run airport that serves the majority of Europe’s migrants.
We boarded the plane at 12:15pm, the same time the plane arrived at the airport.
As soon as we stepped off the plane, the passengers rushed towards the doors.
I knew that I was going to be in the airport for a while.
As we arrived, we were greeted by a man, a woman and a boy.
I immediately noticed that they were all wearing a green shirt.
They were the first group of people I saw, and they all had green shirts.
I thought it was funny, since I was wearing a white shirt and brown pants.
The boy in particular, however, had a green jacket.
I don’t know what he was wearing.
I couldn’t tell, since the air conditioning in the plane was too hot.
The plane landed at around 3:00pm.
At the time, the temperature was in the high 80s.
It was cold enough to get me sweaty and I could feel the heat.
I tried to warm myself up by rubbing the cold on my body.
It didn’t help, and I began to sweat.
The man beside me said that it was time for me to go inside, so I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder.
The other passengers followed suit and followed me inside.
At first, I was surprised to see that I could speak Greek.
The seats were empty.
I looked around and noticed that most of the people were dressed in white shirts.
It seemed that everyone in this airport was in their 20s or 30s.
The atmosphere was different from what I had experienced at the Macedonian border.
I was happy to be home.
I ate some of my food from the buffet in the food court, and walked down the corridor to the bathroom.
I sat on the toilet and drank water.
It felt like I was in a different world.
I noticed a guy on the floor and asked him to come over.
The door opened and a small boy came in.
I didn’t know how old he was.
He was about six feet tall, but he was very skinny.
He looked tired.
I asked him if he was hungry.
He nodded his head.
I started to shake his hand, but I realized that I didn to speak to him.
The moment he left, I got up from the toilet, walked over and asked the young man if he wanted to join us.
After a few minutes, the boy came back with his family.
I thanked them for bringing us here, and we walked back to the kitchen.
After some minutes of discussion, the little boy said that he was a little scared.
He asked me to teach him a lesson.
He said that if I didn´t want to do something, he could do it.
I told him that I would teach him.
I walked back with the little man and I told the young boy that I wanted to learn Greek.
I wanted him to understand that there were a lot of Greek people who were here in Greece, and that they had problems with the government.
After a few days, I left the kitchen and went to the airport with my friend.
It was then that I realized what was going on in Greece.
The young man was right: there were many people who had problems in Greece with the Greek government.
I did not understand what he meant by “in Greece”.
We left the airport and walked back toward the airport building.
The building was empty.
We stopped at a bar, a restaurant and then a cafe.
We decided to sit down at a table and eat something.
I felt sad that I couldn´t sit down with the boy and the others, but we decided to