Pass through the automatic grey door. There is a giant space with several conveyor belts. Some of them are transporting luggage and some of them are empty and holding there steadily. There is huge post with big black letter and yellow background of top showing name of the conveyor belts.
Following random people who have just managed survive from the battle with officer or luck citizens who can pass through immigration with scanning passport and face recognition. Arriving to a head display with luggage information and seeking for flight BC27. Flight BC27 with a departure location of Hong Kong comes into eyesight. A yellow letter of ‘B’ appears next to it and head on the signs of the conveyor belts that are nearer to me. Letter ‘G’ is conveying me a long walking coming up before reaching my suitcase. Nose rises up for absorbing air down the diaphragm and sigh out them through mouth.
Feet begins his exercise. It feels it is its time to perform after a 12 hours sitting and approximately 1 hour standing. Eye scanning this giant hall from ceiling above with the bright light, along with conveyor belts one side and another side with counters as well as exit after collecting luggage. Every parts are clearly separated on its specific purposes. Different destinations would not change the design of the luggage collection area.
Conveyor belt surrounded with people waiting for their luggage patiently. My curiosity rises up of whether my suitcase arrives on the conveyor belt or not when passing them. My head shakes instantly as attempting shaking this wonderful thought out of my mind. Comes with a realistic answer of some people waiting for an hour for their suitcase before leaving.
Although my body has taken at least twelves hours of rest on plane, weight on my shoulder and overusing my feet building the soreness from ankle as root to my hip as branches. Heaviness and scratching from bent of the backpack is dragging me up and down in painfulness. Metal wheel-trolley are gathered in a line and inside a visible weak cage formed by metal stands. Glance through every single trolley linked together by a small chain and a metal plug inside the lock. There is a plastic label with a sign of one pound on the handle above the lock.
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Unlikely the starting airport for this long trip, trolley are free to pull out and there are kids running with the trolley and some are sitting on where luggage should sit. Chain controlling the amount of trolley in airport. Slowly approaching to the conveyor belt of where luggage possible be. Walking along the conveyor belt and finding a suitable spot for stand along with people waiting for their luggage as well. There is window with a curtain of black plastic strips sweeping on top of every suitcases as it cleaning the dust on the surface. Searching for my black and dull big suitcase within a list of black and grey suitcases is challenging.
But there is yellow cute luggage tag hanging around side-handle of the suitcase speeds up my investigation. Grabbing my suitcase within this waiting patient crowd and approaching to the exit with an automatic folded door. Dragging my suitcase with four-wheel spinning in same direction and navigating it while walking along the clear white corridor. Wall are shorten itself for showing the bright light on the ceiling as it is welcoming me for landing in the lobby. Black taxi and other vehicles can be seen through the window in another side.
A series of solid secure metal stands are holding people back for avoid them getting into someone way. Some people are eye-looking at the outcoming people while some of them are holding their piece of paper with the English name on. Attempting to look for person for me is challenge since there is a lots of people walking behind me in the crowd. It is hard to check on everyone’s face and name while controlling the suitcase. My mind is made to waiting at the coffee shop which it located just behind a few step from people and massage the person for bringing me where the shop is.
Finally made my journey to the last sequence of the metal stand and moving my suitcase to the left hand side for approaching the waiting area in front of the coffee shop. Shifting my suitcase towards the brown wood barrier with seats in the coffee shop behind, looking at the people from pacing around in different directions. Avoid hurting and touching anyone during the shifting of the suitcase and my backpack at the back. Giving a sense of relief on the shoulder after dragging my heavy backpack from my shoulder to the ground. Fresh air flowing from automatic door with people enters in and out, making the temperature inside the building decreasing, ending of the long-sleeve skirt unable reaching end of the fingertip. Air are touching on my skin softly and attempting to cool my both hand down.
