I've heard it said that the best tears are the ones that airports see. But I guess it was other tears he said, and not as I've seen during this vacation.

For several hours, tears dominated Munich airport, tears of indignation, tears of fatigue and also tears of helplessness. The delay in some flights caused hundreds of people to lose their connections and stay at the airport, unable to reach their destination (vacation), which led to chaos.

As the screams ran away, dozens of people wandered to believe that someone was going to solve the issue right away. The affected helped each other, with one enemy on the target. Some because of language problems and others because they couldn't calm their nerves, but they were all ruined. Hotels, buses, car rental, exits and tours, all lost. Perhaps losing what has an economic cost is the minimum, for what no one brings us back is time. Both the time spent on preparing the holiday and the loss of complaints and complaints at the airport.

Anyway, for reasons and damage, what has caught my attention the most is seeing how easily people can reach extreme situations, when it comes to the well-being of themselves.

It is clear that we have been organising this holiday for months, in anticipation of the last day of work and that we have made an economic effort. And, of course, I will argue that leisure and rest should be a right for all people. But perhaps these dead hours at the airport serve as a point of departure for reflection, if we do not know how to relativize the problems, which is ultimately only a problem for the privileged in the first world.

Naiara Perez