Introduction
When I used to step into the main entrance hall of the airport, it always felt the same. In contrast to the stress of the city outside, this place was calm and relaxed.
Although the airport was still operating, it felt as if the building was deserted, and the only people who were there acted like extras in a movie: a man reading the newspaper and waiting for his flight, a woman from the ground crew standing behind at the check-in counter waiting for passengers to come.
Nobody speaking, no announcements from the loudspeakers.
It was a place where time did not seem to matter. A place which slowly lost its function, where
desertion had been taking place for a long time, where the future is still unkown.
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