8 Days-The Beginning of a Journey

The sky was of the prettiest crystal blue when Luke stole a glance of it from his economy class seat. The bickering of the annoying old Chinese couple threatens to ruin this moment where sentiments promises to conquer every emotional glands and fill the eyes with tears. It was after all, his first journey away from home, his first journey out of his sweet tropical country, the first time where he'll probably have to do his own laundry, his very first baptism of indipendence.

The hustle and bustle of the airport was a welcome break of a fantasy where everything seems to be in perfect order, the salacious uniforms of flight attendants that were designed to showcase every single curves, stewards and stewardess alike. The fact that he still had to wait an eternity to get through the check-ins and the lack of efficiency that Malaysian officials are so well known for have actually worked in their favour. When everybody knows that you're bad they endow their lowest possible expectations of you. It was great though as Luke needed these imperfections to remind him that the world is not perfect, that the world is not rose tinted and perfectly white and airports often suggest. Whatever made them think that a pristinely wonderful airport is going to veil the fact that Malaysia has the dirtiest toilets ever known?

Thus, a huge sigh of relief blew when Luke finally boarded his destined plane.

In a matter of minutes, the plane took off and he took one last glance of this peninsular he hated and loved...it was a beautiful land contaminated by the blood dripping off a severed heart. He's glad that he'll have at least 8 days to mend this wound.

8 days, a baptism of indipendence and a drainage of unwanted memories. Basically, Luke was taking the easy way out.

He was running away. Hong Kong will be a perfect sanctuary. He hopes.

To be continued....