The flight was late by 30 minutes. At 4 am, that seemed like a delay by 3 hours. People were tired of sitting and trying to stave off sleep. Everyone crowded by the gate and looked intently at the airline representative, who carefully avoided eye contact with any of the waiting "guests". There were a number of foreigners and they too were a part of the crowd - India seems to have brought out the Indian in them. Finally, when the time arrived, people created a thick line, about 5 people thick. In front of me was a white man who had shaved his head and was wearing a black t-shirt and denim pants. There was a tattoo of a fancy skull on his left arm; another tattoo on his back was peeping out of the t-shirt. I was reminded of all those Neo-nazis I had heard about and my mind was made up - he is from Germany and he is a skinhead. A question perplexed me though "what is this guy doing in India?". We were up in the skies soon and I was able to snatch a few hours of sleep. A few hours later we touched down at the transit point. There was not much time for the next flight and I was hurrying through the transit. At the security check, I put my luggage through the scanner and started repacking stuff back into place. Suddenly, I heard a soft voice saying "Excuse me, sir" by my side . I turned to see the assumed skinhead holding a useless piece of paper that fell out of my bag. "I think you dropped this sir" he said with a smile. I took back with a sheepish smile and said "Thanks".
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