Overall.. It was very hard to pack and fly. No fucking way I could fit everything in, I left half of my things in Vietnam. At the same time I was packing my suitcases for almost 12 hours straight. I was sick the whole time and I still am a little sick. A day before departure I was literally dying with a fever and couldn’t breathe normally. I went to the airport without dropping the stuff with V because I was already going late.
I was getting ready to the point of shaking hands by the end. In the end, my fellow neighbor grandfather and I at home agreed that I had too few kilograms. Later, I was 5 kg overweight, I had to put everything on myself. Plus, my luggage was a bit suspicious, but security let me through. (I hope, I didn’t get it yet)
It seemed like I got there nicely, I ate on each plane many times, asking for a bunch of extras.
I flew to Madrid, I expected to sit there in transit, rest, and do some work with V’s projects. But for the first time I saw police standing right at the exit of the plane. As a result, they took me right away, I sat for a little while in one place, then a little bit in another. And then they took everything I had and put me in the airport light prison.
Everything was broken there, the walls are marked in different languages by the people who stayed there before, few people spoke English, there is no light where you sleep, two layers of armored windows, bars, but overall you are kind of free.
Well, I spent two nights there, went through an interview, talked to migrants, the police, the Red Cross, everyone was sweet.
Well, one pleasant evening they told me that I had been approved, and that the Red Cross was taking me under its wing. They gave me a piece of paper with a map and an address, a travel card, all sorts of papers. And since I wasn’t the only one approved, we had to get there together. A local nice girl from the cross walked us to the bus stop. And we drove off first on one bus, then on another, asking for directions along the way and talking to various nice people.
Right now, in this hotel, I have a neighbor from Venezuela.
Yesterday I went for a walk and looked at the street, everyone was sitting and chilling, lots of different people.
