The plush comfort of the nylon tongue longue chairs offered her grateful segregation from the comings

and goings in the terminal . Before her lay a glass wall which presented another separation , one from the greatest pinnacles of aeronautical innovations . She peered closer . The clinical whiteness of the planes , the English and foreign calligraphy completed with the ubiquitous logos of commercialism plastered all over them , unsettled her .However , it did not matter . For when they garnered momentum and charged down the leveled runway with full fledged force only to ascend lithely in the boundless sky , everyone one that plane was flying . Everyone on that plane was set free . Her pale blue shawl fluttered , in response to the sudden surge of speed around her , alike to hummingbirds in flight . Her surroundings were a stark contrast to the azure peacefulness of the soaring planes from outside . Digitalized screens denoting the arrival and departure of flights greeted her . Below them were a multitude of immigration counters , functioning like defective floodgates , opening to allow the entry of throngs of crowd before them , only one-by-one . Escalators and sleek automatic doors framed the terminal , offering passage to higher levels , to the outside . The corporate clown that loomed above her with its monstrous grin spoke of progress . It spoke of constriction and ultimately it spoke of freedom . It was that very liberty she was seeking . Her flight to freedom. The world bred upon condemnation and she hated it. The moment she landed on Athens , she had found herself restless and increasingly irritated by the people around her . She was angered about their indifference to the sight of beggars