Terminal Dublin: Amlan Satan

A Story by Abishai100

A tale of transit-encounter(s) at a Euro-airport/terminal requiring a certain diary-note about the 'serendipity' of human/social dread(s).

Another vignette about modern 'transit' inspired loosely by The Terminal (Steven Spielberg). Thanks so much for reading,

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I arrived from LAX to Dublin airport for my Irish adventure and was wandering around the airport, hoping earnestly no one would notice that I was an American 'celebrity' and stunt-double of a major Western/American movie-actress, and I was holding in my hair a special flower and wore a hat, as I prepared to embark on a Euro-journey which would ultimately be side-stepped by an unpredictable encounter with a 'stranger' and rogue member of the Foreign Irish Republican Army.

Dublin's airport is quite nice, and it's amenable to great traffic and it's also where great people flock to begin or end their journey/adventure/itinerary. Of course, Dublin (Ireland) neighbors the sectarian 'troubled' Northern Ireland (United Kingdom), strained by poverty and relations between Catholics-Protestants. This is a great airport to find yourself and mind and realize you're in a place safer than Belfast!

While at the Dublin airport, I swore I spotted a real-life 'excellent' celebrity, a movie-figure and media-mogul who'd appeared in a major symbolic Western/American film that the movie-actress celebrity I stunt-double for appeared in during the early 'fragment' of her Hollywood-diary career in the United States.

Inside the airport, I decided to wander around, get a couple of hot-dogs with relish, and simply enjoy the interior(s) of the great facility, before embarking on my 'Irish' adventure. I'm a Catholic by faith, but I'm not fully-Irish, and I didn't want the people inside the airport or my terminal to think I'd been a movie-star, simply a stunt-double. The Dublin airport on the day of my arrival in Ireland was flocked with traffic, so I kept myself wary of pickpockets!

AIRPORT ESCORT: It's so nice to have you here in Dublin, miss; we love to cater to media-figures seeking travel-dowry!

I decided to whip-out my handy-dandy/nifty iPhone and snapped away at the interiors of the Dublin airport/facility, and I wondered what all the fuss was about regarding Dublin neighboring 'troubled' Belfast (Northern Ireland), especially since the institution catered to many airline companies and was considered a major Western/European ditch. I then began to look-around for handsome guys I might want to invite for a post-flight drink, maybe at a Dublin pub or something. All the lights, and the green colors, quickly awakened me to my jet-lagged mind that I'd now been 'fully' Irish.

That's when I met this 'stranger' who was a rogue of the Foreign Irish Republican Army. This man, Algerian-American, had family-heritage ties to the FLN revolution against French colonial rule in Algeria and was now an ex-captain of the F-IRA and was seeking some blood-diamond operation in Dublin and then London (through Belfast). That's what he 'claimed' to me in jest anyways when he joked to me, "You strike me as a Westerner/American seeking travel comforts, and I'm lonely and wanted to suggest to you that I'm an 'F-IRA James Bond' man who might be able to offer you a nifty collection of offbeat/sidetrack/sideshow travel-log iPhone shots for your Facebook (social-media culture) diary!"

ME: What'd you mean, you'd offer me a 'James Bond adventure' in Ireland with your blood-diamond operation(s)?
AMLAN SATAN ('stranger'): I explained to you; I'm not 'confirming' anything; I told you my 'story'; I just want to escort.

ME: Well, I'm not 'certain' and in fact 'doubt' this might be a 'safe' wager; I've already spotted a Hollywood 'peer.'

AMLAN SATAN: What'd you want with a 'normal celebrity' when you can 'dance' with James Bond for a spell, pretty stunt-girl?

ME: I gotta admit, 'dashing stranger' of Dublin's terminal/airport, your 'calling-card' (designed) is quite pretty, Satan.

AMLAN SATAN: I'm a special 'faerie' of facilities diaries.

Well, I've decided to walk around with this 'stranger' and consider myself suddenly 'awakened' to the strange magic-reality that wandering around Dublin's airport with this 'man' of James Bond life and blood-diamonds and formerly F-IRA 'dance' that an institution like this place will offer you either/both romance...and confusion. What should I tell this guy? I'm just a movie-girl! -DIARY NOTES (Me)

AMLAN SATAN: After this airport walk-about, pretty-girl, we'll take in an Airlines (India) TV-serial in my hotel-suite in Dublin!

Well, I decided to part ways with this 'stranger' of the claimed former 'F-IRA diamond stunt(s)' and took a drink, and we kissed and frolicked, before I went on to my own hotel suite and took in a TV-episode of a prominent/iconic show about Pan Am (airlines) starring a rather risen movie-figure (Margot Robbie) and thanked fortunes for partition from this 'James Bond' of airport(s)-diaries. You just don't know the 'security' of transit borderlands in this era of network designed social diaries.