Airport love - do as the Italians do

by Elena Mitkovska (Macedonia)

Making a local connection Italy

I like airports so much that I can spend hours and hours sitting somewhere and observing. For me, an airport or a train station are sacred places, obviously not at night, but even at night some of them have their charm. This time I had a stopover in Milan, waiting for my plane to Sicily. Since I didn’t know yet from which gate my plane was supposed to leave, I decided to sit in front of the gate where was written one of my favorite destination. Once I found the place, laid the backpack, my observation began, all kinds of people: people who travel for work, backpackers, couples, mothers with kids, old people .. But everywhere I noticed so much love, and they were mostly Italian couples. I was meditating looking around. A couple on the age of 60 and two teenagers. The kids aside to play with the phone, and mom and dad in love kissing next to their kids. OK, it's time to change the gate, maybe I caught this one of the lovers. I moved. However, love has decided to follow me. A young couple, she was black, he was white, holding her by the hand and looking at her, but you cannot imagine how he was looking at her, there was so much love in his eyes, but I couldn't see her eyes because she had her head down and eyes fixed in the cellphone. Last scene, while I'm still staring at the very young couple, I heard a voice: -is it free? I looked up and I saw a guy in his 30s who was asking me if he could sit down. Of course, I replied and immediately moved my backpack. Few seconds later he took the phone and called someone: "Hello amore? Blabla Yes, I just arrived at the airport. Blabla Of course amore, I took everything. BlablaYes, I know. But tell me, honey, how are you? blablab Ahh my love I do not know how I'll do these three days without you. Blabla It's okay amore. Balbla Of course my sweetheart I will call you every day. Blablabla I love you too, amore. I kiss you amore, amoremorerer" I really wanted to get up and move, I’ve already heard so many times this kind of conversations, especially when I'm on the train and I have nothing to do and I listen to the phone calls of others. But this guy has exaggerated, seriously. I will conclude with a question: This love is true? Boh! I hope so, because it's really nice to be surrounded by so much love. And every time I come back to Italy, I hear the word “amore” everywhere... and here it comes again AMOREEEEEE