Next morning, the atmosphere at Schiphol airport was so strangely
muted that one might have thought one was already a good way
beyond this world. As if they were under sedation or moving
through time stretched and expanded, the passengers wandered the halls,
or standing still on the escalators, were delivered to their various
destinations on high or underground.
W.G. Sebald
The miracle of travel is that one encounters an unfamiliar place
and then flees it with a shudder.
Elfriede Jelinek
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