The Tour

Peripiteia

Peripiteia
(n.) a sudden or unexpected reversal of circumstances; the point of no return.

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Time set: February 2016

Your POV

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Leonardo da Vinci-Fiumicino Airport. Local time is eight-thirty am and the temperature is 14°C.

For your safety and comfort, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened until the Captain turns off the Fasten Seat Belt sign. This will indicate that we have parked at the gate and that it is safe for you to move about.

Please check around your seat for any personal belongings you may have brought on board with you and please use caution when opening the overhead bins, as heavy articles may have shifted around during the flight.

If you require deplaning assistance, please remain in your seat until all other passengers have deplaned. One of our crew members will then be pleased to assist you.

On behalf of JYP Airlines and the entire crew, I'd like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice stay!"

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Different faces. Different types of people have scattered the whole area where I stood at the airport. Tanned, white, black and yellow, every shade of skin is present, as well as the different colors of hair available in the rainbow. I walk, pulling my large blue carrier, towards the train station. Jonghyun said that I should take a taxi when I get here, just so I don't get lost, but where's the adventure in that? I took his words and went on a vacation, and I will do everything on my own insticts and research. I may be young, in the age of 19, but I work outside my homeland, I live by myself, and do everything by myself... so what could possibly go wrong?

During my walk to the train station, a smell has captivated me. The aroma of coffee and cinammon calling me to stand infront of a café before the train station. Golden brown breads, dark velvet chocolate cakes and mouthwatering sandwiches seek for my attention displayed at the window of the shop. My empty stomach never felt so empty until this very moment of hunger, sighting delectable breads infront of me. As my temptations took over me, I wasted no time and went inside the shop along with my large blue carrier.

I took a quick glance around the store, a vintage design patisserie with wood furniture. Something from an old european movie gave off a vibe, and I was thinking, Hugo.

I then walked to the counter to place my order after examining the menu hanging off the ceiling behind the counter. As most of the words are in Italian, I decided on something that won't bring me back to my memories of me embarassing myself just because I can't pronounce the name of a food. I stood before the counter and met with the lady in ponytail behind the counter.

"Buongiorno, come posso aiutarti?", the lady worker said with a forced smile.

"I'm sorry?", I asked with a troubled expression.

"Oh! Scusa, what is your order? ", she asked while a tint of red spread in her face as she tries to hide her embarrassment from me. A smile displayed on my face on the act of the older girl infront of me, do most of her customers here are Italians?, I wondered, but this is an airport so it is not quite certain. But I certainly doubt that she'd be mistaken me as an italian, well firstly, I'm not that pale and my nose is buttoned not giving that Italian or European vibe, I reckon, but I'll respect her preference though.