Rerouted
On the 15th of March 2020 I stood in Berlin-Tegel Airport, waiting for my cousin to pick me up. I remember thinking, I’m eighteen. It was a persistent thought. Because eighteen is so young, I was so young. At the time, I felt much older. The day I left that airport, I thought I was going to spend months, if not years, in Berlin. A few days before that I thought I was going to be in New York for months. But less than two weeks after arriving in Berlin I was going back to my home in Sydney. I felt like a clock that had been reset too many times. This is the story of my last day in Berlin during a global pandemic and my return to Sydney.
