I sit in dismay, waiting for the bag which didn’t show up for almost three hours. I went to Paris when I was 10, that’s was on my 10th birthday. I remember when Rosa and I escaped from our hotel and bought some ice cream three blocks from the hotel, we sat for two hours in the shop without our parent’s permission. Our parent was so worried, they called cops and when the cops caught us, we thought we’re made terrible crimes and we’ll go to prison after.
I was so scared that day, I’m scared of the cops' car, the sirens, and the two officers who sat in front of us. But things got clear when the officers took us to our parents. I walk circles in front of the baggage claim, biting my nails and terrified. It’s been three hours I’m sitting in here and I have no idea where’s Dmitri is, he didn’t call or get me. I’m in serious shit right now, if I get caught, damn me. I make my way to the information center and asked the officer about the delay.