Prince Pi and I

When we went to the gate at Chiphol, my mom reminded me that this was a Norwegian Zone.

“People understand what you say!”, she reminded me.

The flight was going home. To the mother land. And all the passengers were descendants of the Vikings. 

Pi, I was so scared. Petrified and utterly confused by my emotions. Something about the unfamiliar acquaintance of their faces, their speech and their distinctive clothing made my heart race and my hands shiver. Pi, I think I’ve been gone for too long. They have become strangers. Or rater, I have become an alien among my own people.