Hundreds of various thoughts and dreams crossed my mind, awakened frightened because of wind shears. Still feeling sleepy, the captain started talking about the weather in Houston and how much time left till landing. We would approach Houston in a short time and my first day in the United States was about to begin. My first day in the United States disturbed me too much although it ended well.
At this time one of the stewardesses came to me and gave me special form for US arrival security. I have a thing about filling out the forms and I felt happy. But after a while, I felt annoyed because of the many forms that I received. At last the airplane came to a bumpy landing. The airplane went over a long way and at the end parked near one of the floating aisles. German passengers talked with sleepy and deadpan faces which made me feel tired, unwilling to get up from my seat. The cabin's cold and timeworn air disturbed me during the nine hours flight. I thought that at least I could smell freedom after that, but still I could not smell anything in the air. Leaving the plane, I wobbled and I felt cramped.
Although I thought we would directly go inside the terminal, the captain said because of some technical problems we have to use the portable stairs and buses to reach the terminal entrance. Warm winds relaxed me after all. The airport looked amazing to me, huge and completely equipped. I felt curious to go around and take a look. But I relented soon; heavy sweat did not let me to continue in the hot and humid weather. When I entered the terminal, the cold air welcomed me again. One of the
airport's agents guided the foreign passengers including me to the entrance No.2. The situation could be better than that; passengers of four or five flights were all smashed in the same terminal waiting on long lines for their paperwork. "I will never get outa here" I thought.
"C'mon you can do it! It will take an hour or two, not more" I mentioned to myself again.
Dying for a seat, hopelessly I waited for about one hour in a line. Then I started to look around. I saw many agents and officials in the area, carefully inspecting passenger's papers and passports. Emissaries' suspicious looks annoyed me. After I passed my papers to the auditor, she said "you have to go to the Special Registration Room. An official will guide you there in a minute ok?"
"Ok. No problem" I answered.
I thought that I would have more fun than a normal trip.
The agent came to me rapidly and said: "Are you alone?"
"Yes sir. Where should we go?"
"Come after me"
I trailed him to the Special Registration room. I sat for one boring hour and at last the agent called my name incorrectly: "Amed? Is Amed here?"
"Here, I'm right here."
"Come here please."
I went to the large board and he gave me some papers again to fill out. "This is disgusting. He could give me these papers in the last past hour that I had nothing to do but sitting on the uncomfortable bench!" I thought again.
"At least you will be free after this." I tried to cool myself down.
"I don't think so!" I mentioned to myself one more time.
He started to ask me questions.
"Ok Amed, you're from Airan and what is your purpose for visiting the United States?"
"Please that's Omeed and Eeraan" I wanted to tell him.
"I'm here to study sir."
"May I see your wallet?" Unexpectedly, he asked.
"Yes sir, but there is nothing in it! even a penny." I answered.
"You do have an ID card, don't ya?"
"Sorry, no, the only valid ID that I have with myself is my passport sir."
"Where did you get your visa?"
"Dubai embassy, United Arab Emirates, you do know no diplomatic relation between United states and my country caused me to pay $2000 more." I smiled stupidly.
While I was hardly trying to stop my malapropism, for the first time I felt a powerful nostalgia.
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