Entry #929.VIII.2024
I was in new york, supposedly seeking asylum, and was trying to get myself registered with some agency. For that, they asked for a plane ticket which brought me to new yourk, and i started extensively looking for it in my computer bag.
Obviously, i haven't found it, but i found boarding passes to planes that went in the following route: from moscow to yaroslavl, from there to chechnya, and from there to madrid, all in the same style, with accents in crimson color used by qatar airlines.
I then started to think where the ticket i needed could've gone, simultaneously picturing the scenarios and voicing them to the agency. Maybe it was stolen by the police, or someone else in the airport? Maybe i exchanged it at the airport for a document which let me step outside? I pictured new york airport's place for containing asylum seekers: it was a wide office with a low ceiling, quite messy in terms of furniture arrangement, office furniture mixing with airport appliances; there were several potted plants, white floor of huge dark gray tiles with a slightly noisy texture, black metal grid on the ceiling, the front wall was fully transparent glass and sloped outwards, and despite that the lighting was rather dim; and there i stood in line to an office table with my ticket in hands, printed on yellow a4 paper. I then tried to remember when and how i acquired it in the first place, deducing i must have bought it on the phone in madrid airport's international area; i subsequently pictured this area in perfect detail.
There was also sugar and tiny balls spilled in my computer bag, along with some weirdly shaped coins which were supposed to be eurocents. I remember in particular a 2 cent coin of copper-red color which was thick, shaped like a polygon approximating a squashed ellipsis, and had a lot of very prominent rough bumps all around along the edge, facing outwarsd from both sides of the coin.