Holidays are here! I would say I really deserved these after months of hard work, but as you all propably know, holidays at University are mostly study days… So I decided to book a trip to Rome to escape my books a little.
Then… the world became silent.
22nd of march 2016, A date I will remember forever. Bombs exploded at the airport close to my house. Bombs exploded at station Maalbeek in the centre of Brussels.
Luckily there was love to heal these wounds, but it still was strange to leave a week after these incidents. I suddenly wasn’t that excited about my trip. In the weeks before I was planning a lot, reading books and practicing my Italian. After the Brussels attacks my thoughts were somewhere else.
Because of the attacks our flight had been rescheduled to Brussels South airport in Charleroi. They said there would be more control so we had to be there 3 hours before our flight. That meant I had to wake up at 4.30 a.m. and had to take the train to Charleroi at 5.15 a.m. . That was quite early, but in some way I didn’t mind because: safety first!
We arrived in the railway station of Charleroi-Sud at 6.40 a.m. . We took the bus to the airport. I was amazed, scared and stressed at the same time because there was so much military control. First, they checked our ID’s and boarding passes. Later on they came with a dog on the bus to search for explosives. That was by far the most frightening moment for me because I’m scared for dogs.
When we arrived at the terminal there was again an ID check before we entered the building. We were finally here. What a relief. In the airport itself there was just the usual custom control, but something made me quite angry there. We just had some major control before we entered the building but at the control inside, they never checked our liquids. My travelling partner had to much liquids in his hand luggage (there is a max. of 100ml per bag, he had 400ml) , but they didn’t say a thing about it. I don’t know if I should be worried about this, but In a way it made me a little dissapointed and angry.
When we were waiting at our gate, I started feeling a little sick. I don’t know if it was because I ate something wrong or if I was a little stressed and scared deep inside.The latter would be odd because I already took a lot of flights and I always enjoyed it.It is weird which psychological evects such events as in Brussels can have for one person.
As soon as we landed in Rome I felt much better. We were finally there in the city of pizza, pasta, the Romans and the Pope. The best part of it all? The sun was shining, something I needed so badly after that dark Belgian week.
What a delight!