Traveling is a pain

I'm sitting at Frankfurt airport when typing this, and it's... I think it's coming to noon here and it's something else in Helsinki, but it's way past my bed-time at home.

I can usually sleep pretty well almost anywhere, but I had problems in the plane this time - partly because I wanted to finish my current audiobook (more on that later), and partly because the plane was full of muslims coming from some kind of convention I believe, and they didn't believe in whispering. I've always loved how arabic sounds, but as shouted across the plane to your friend as if you were on the market while I'm trying to sleep in the middle of it all isn't really what I want to hear. I gave my earplugs to Dragon so at least he could get some sleep.

Europe looks... different. Not sure how - but when I saw a Chinese man wearing a Roots shirts waiting for someone (Roots is like Canadian version of Gap) I felt a sudden sensation of warm familiarness and I felt like hugging him.

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