Breathe
By Marilú Acosta
After three airports and more than 14 hours of flights, I feel like a bath, a change of clothes and a couple of hours in a horizontal position. With my bags in hand, I cross the glass barrier that divides the passengers from the locals. It is a threshold that stops the magic of the journey, even though from the airport to the final destination is still another car or train ride away. A second barrier, now human, separates those who leave the airport alone from those who have someone to pick them up. In a quick scan I identify couples anxious to embrace their loved ones, friends and relatives who are thinking, "What did they bring me? And drivers who, without knowing who they are picking up, write a name on a sheet of paper. I found mine, framed in a red plaque, with a silhouette of a bear, and it said Berlinale 62 Internationale Filmfestspiele Berlin.
All the tiredness fades away. That small role introduces me to the dimension of one of the most important film festivals in the world.
