Did not have much to do at London Airptort. I am simply jaded and worried about my wife and children.
Here I am lazily browsing the shops. A box of crayons catches my attention and brings my children to my mind. How nice it will be if I could give them this box of crayons? May be I will get these and more when I return home next year......
London to New York was even more boring and tiring. I practically slept most of the time and read the newspapers for a while.
I am at New York airport.
As I mecahanically move following the signs, I am beckoned by some guy. He wants me to open my suitcase, claiming to be a customs official. I have just one suitcase with my dress and the admisssion papers from the University. He lets me go.
I go to a public telephone and place a call to the International Student's Office at Northwestern. I am given directions to take an airport shuttle to Orrington Hotel in Oak Avenue, Evanston, Illinois. From Orrington Hotel I am to take a cab to go to the YMCA to stay temporarily until I find a suitable place to live.
New York to Chicago flight is in a smaller equipment. There is another Indian passenger. He comes to sit by my side and asks "What is the time in Chicago now?" "Why? It should be the same as here!"
"No! It is different!"
(It took sometime before I learnt about the four time zones and the practice of time swithcing twice a year from standard time to daylight saving time and back to standard time.)
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