On my way back to Holland, somewhere around September 6, I had a seven-hour stop in Chicago. You should know, I always get a little nervous when flying. I love the flight itself, I am staring out of the window like a little kid (yes, even when I don’t have a window seat), but I’m always afraid I’ll miss it. It’s not like the subway where you just hop on the next one. I was absolutely certain I wouldn’t go into town, because it would absolutely freak me out. I figured I’d see what the airport had to offer me. Let me put it like this: Chicago O’Hare is in one way not made for long lay-overs, but in another way it sure is. I was bored after ten minutes wondering around, so I decided to get a train ticket to downtown Chicago. It was a 40-minute ride, which left me with enough time to look around a bit, go back and still wait four hours for my flight back home.
The one thing I’ll remember Chicago by will be the beggers. On every street corner, at least four men were trying to reach my charity spot. I didn’t have any money, but it sure surprised me a little. It wasn’t the first time I ever saw a begger, but it was the first time in The States I saw a downtown area filled with them. At one point, I decided to buy a nice man a hamburger at MacDonald’s around the corner. I bought the burger, walked outside and saw the very same man slamming his head into the wall while screaming. I decided it wouldn’t be the best time to give him the burger, so it was someone else’s lucky day. On my way back to the airport, one homeless man/woman fell asleep on my shoulder. I decided to do my part for humanity and let him/her.