A New Life
"This is the last call for flight CY326 to London Heathrow boarding at gate 6" blared the speakers at Cyprus' Larnaca International airport. "Dammit!" thought Michalis as he ran for gate 6 "I knew I should have woken up at six instead of seven o'clock" but as usual, he did not heed his brother's warning that he should be at the airport two hours before the flight. He finally made it to the gate and nearly missed the bus that was going to take him to the plane. He was quite nervous as this was the first time he had ever been in a plane, let alone left the country. The longest time he had ever spent away from his home was four weeks when he went camping in the mountains of Troodos. He decided that he was just going to have to relax and think about something else.
Michalis was going to England to start a new life. He was carrying only three hundred English pounds, but from what he had heardm, it was a great place to live and there were jobs for everyone. He was an unskilled but hard worker and would do any job as long as it payed, but he got tired of Cyprus and all those bloody tourists. He wanted to expand his knowledge of the world, and not spend his whole life on one little island, doing the same boring job. He had it all figured out. His friend had hooked him up with a really cheap apartment in a place called Soho; Michalis had never heard of it but it sounded nice. When he got his things moved in, he would go and see a friend of his who said he had a job for him. After that, who knows? He will just go where ever fate takes him.
"This is the last call for flight CY326 to London Heathrow boarding at gate 6" blared the speakers at Cyprus' Larnaca International airport. "Dammit!" thought Michalis as he ran for gate 6 "I knew I should have woken up at six instead of seven o'clock" but as usual, he did not heed his brother's warning that he should be at the airport two hours before the flight. He finally made it to the gate and nearly missed the bus that was going to take him to the plane. He was quite nervous as this was the first time he had ever been in a plane, let alone left the country. The longest time he had ever spent away from his home was four weeks when he went camping in the mountains of Troodos. He decided that he was just going to have to relax and think about something else.
Michalis was going to England to start a new life. He was carrying only three hundred English pounds, but from what he had heardm, it was a great place to live and there were jobs for everyone. He was an unskilled but hard worker and would do any job as long as it payed, but he got tired of Cyprus and all those bloody tourists. He wanted to expand his knowledge of the world, and not spend his whole life on one little island, doing the same boring job. He had it all figured out. His friend had hooked him up with a really cheap apartment in a place called Soho; Michalis had never heard of it but it sounded nice. When he got his things moved in, he would go and see a friend of his who said he had a job for him. After that, who knows? He will just go where ever fate takes him.
