Hit or Hit...?

| It's starting now | K.N

2020

After a long Fly,from my hometown Australia to Tailand, I step into the crowded and noisy airport.To be more precise: Bangkok. In which my new life will start from now on .I had spent my entire childhood in East Caust,Australia, where my father's roots descended. My mother is Thai. And although I grew up in the East, my mom made the task of introducing me to the Thai culture for years now. It has remaindes important for her that I am aware of my other roots and also learn them. Starting with the feasts, language than writting down every smallest spot in Thailand,which i know all by heart and be able to list the important sights by name. But it had its advantage: the older I got, the more interested I become in my mothers home country. Enough to complete my studies here and then later to become a doctor.

Now I am standing here in the middle of the airport,looking for my luggage,which should normally have been piled up on the assembly line. But the many people who stood around carelessly and did not even bother to make room, blocked my view. " Excuse me. Could I please-" I try to urge myself through to an old man who ignored my requests beforehand. He just push me backwards so that I collide with other passers-by who are also looking for their suitcases. Getting around here is a problem. My suitcase is black,which is not easy to find because of the color that is used several times. But there is something. My lucky charm. As soon as someone move the suitcase,the pendant (including the suitcase)make a clanking noise. Make my search easier when I hear the sound and see it in the distance. At the front my luggage is lying on the conveyor belt, letting me exhale with relief. I just want to pass through the crowds of people when suddenly, from nowhere, a black-feathered person has been waiting for the moment and inconspicuously stepping out of his hiding place. I watch the person briefly look around the sides to snap for my luggage the next moment . Acting if it belongs to him. Unsuspecting he disappears in the crowd again.

So my suitcase is stolen right in front of my eyes. While watching the scenario, I seized the opportunity and run past the crowded, bad tempered people. Some yelled at me,cursing. While others grabb me roughly. I shyly apologize, tear myself away from them so as not to lose the thief who keeps distancing himself further.My actions caught his attention, whereupon he also starts running ,,Stand still. Please" I called after him,ignoring the looks of passers-by who looked at me questiongly. Normally I wouldn't be that loud, but the man is just stealing my only belongings, beside of my backpack which dangled around my shoulder. Made me getting louder. The man roughly pushes away the people who standing in his way, while I am careful not to bump into anyone. That made the hunt for the thief more burdensome for me than for him.What the heck does he want with the old thing anyway-

Suddenly I feel hands grab me and in the next moment  I am being pulled back .Fall on my knees while my arm is pressed against my back. Ouch,what's that shit?With an overwhelmed look I turn my head to the attacker,who turns out to be a security guard.Great.Really fantastic.Will I always have a problem with the police every time when I come here to Thailand? He looks at me with suspicious eyes when he tries to communicate with me in a completely foreign language. Hopelessly I look back at the thief who has already arrived outside. The security guard is still talking with me in the language but I only had my eyes on the thief,who as soon as he gets into the bus is in inaccessible to me. So my chance to see my suitcase ever again was gone. I am just about to sigh when the man push me back down and hold my arm tighter. What is that supposed to be now ? I wonder if this security guard is aware that he just let the real thief escape. Was he aware that he isn't doing his job properly,as he likes to believe. But i couldn't take him seriouse either as he let a broken ,,Aigooo" slide out of this mouth. His thai acent is clearly audible. I close my eyes and after taking a deep breath, I said,, Let go of me " in thai. His head finally start to work. He let go of me and is probably quite surpries by my good Thai language. ,,Oh, you can speak Thai? Why didnt you say it right away? You are so good looking, I thought you were korean" I hear him saying when I got up from the ground and pick up my backpack. A laugh from his lips escape as the let his hand crush against my shoulder in a 'friendly' way.,,No, i'm not korean and thanks for the compliment, if its one" I mumble at the end.I look into his face,which has already changed. ,, May I ask why you are running around like a madman, young man ? " I can't believe it. So he really didn't notice the thief and accused me. I try to explain myself. ,,Someone robbed me here in the airport. My suitcase-" he interrupted me ,,Wow.Not bad,kid. Your Thai is pretty good for a foreigner. " he smile,almost proudly. Does this guy take me seriously at all? ,,Thanks,but my-" " From which country did you arrive?" ,,Australia, Sir. This is the main reason why I need my suitcase ba-" but the older man overheard the rest of the sentence. Only pick up the answer he has been waiting for. ,,So,Australia, you say? Really interesting, kid. There are a lot of things going on recently. I heard that the people there also keeps now alamasioas as pets. Wild population." He talks with my silent eyes on him. He couldn't stop. Doesn't let his hand off my shoulder either. No,his hand only reinforces the grip,when I try not to let it show how much uncomfortable I feel at the moment.,,You must have had problems entering the country. I advise you to turn to me next time. The world plays differently here than with luxury you have over there" he explains. I stay quiet. My only problem right now is the man infront of me who doesn't help me at the slightest. Instead of giving me his help, he just put the situation in a worser way possible.
,,Well then. Enjoy your entry and arrive home safely" the conversation goes to a end and it was clear that he won't help me anyways.
Exhaling, I shoulder my bag again after his hand finally falls from my shoulder and I want to leave "Here you go "he briefly interrupts my way and hands me something small . Questioningly, my eyes fall down to the brown, white card when he explains with a broad smile "The street sale from my son. You should stop there when you find time.The best Mukatas in the whole town ,you just find there"Is he seriously promoting his son to me after what has just happened here. Do I need his help or he mine?But I just accept it with a little goodbye to him, put it in my pocket and then finally disappear from the noisy place.