At terminal 3, waiting to proceed to the boarding gate B10. And i have only two minutes and 30 seconds to complete what i have to say. The airport is a strange place, with many strangers, either waiting for the plane to take off or waiting for somebody to arrive or waiting to use the free internet. 41 sec left, I better finished it here.
I'm back again, since nobody is in queue behind me, for each is allowed to use only for 15 minutes. Mineka is with the kids, in the dream land, we will be 6 hours apart for the next 12 days.
This morning we drove to the west to collect my backpack and we had lunch, just two of us, economy scissors rice, curry noodle, fried carrot cake and BBQ taopork (it is not port but beancurd). Mineka went to IJCS with the two kids and they had a celebration for Setomoto san and his wife, they are moving to Cairo. Her husband is a chef and will be working there. His wife will probably count the camels and survey the pyramids and pay repect to the mummies. I drove then to church and at 7, I drove then back. Mineka cooked for me soba before my brother drove me to the airport. In life, we either drive or be driven. I will miss the kids and the kids will hopefully not forget me. I will be thinking of Mineka and wishing to her to join me in every moment of my time in Milan, Rome and Osnabruck. It is summer and summer sky is always blue. My wife does not have blue eyesm she has the most beautiful brown eyes that captures the coloures of the four seasons in all their songs through the air. There is a scream of a child at the end of the walkway, and the announcement for passengers going to Paris was made. I wish I could visit Paris with my beloved wife some day in the near future, it is known as the city of romance. I need to go now. My love to my wife and kids, they are in my heart and mind always. God bless and keep them under the shadows of His wings. (The boy continues to cry, but there is no more announcement.)