I had a confirmed flight booked for June 24, and when I arrived at the airport for check-in, I was immediately struck by the number of delayed flights — many by 4–5 hours 😟. Still, I didn’t expect our flight to be affected.
Our flight was listed on the departure boards — but no gate number was shown 🛑. That was upsetting. In such a huge airport 🏢, not knowing where to go . It left us feeling lost. From time to time, we saw passengers rushing toward newly announced gates , which often changed last minute 🔁. Since we were heading to Europe and most European flights seemed to depart from Area C, we settled there.
Luckily, the area was comfortable and well air-conditioned ❄️. We waited patiently 🧘, had a light lunch 🍴, thinking we'd soon enjoy the in-flight meal. Around us, people sat or slept on chairs, benches, even on the floor 😴 — everyone was clearly exhausted but disciplined.
After almost five hours, our gate number finally appeared ⏳. We began boarding pass checks... and then everything stopped ⛔. We were told the flight had been cancelled and advised to return home 🏠.
At that point, all I wanted was to stretch out in my own bed and sleep. Even getting out of the airport wasn’t easy 🚶♀️➡️. In total, we had spent around 10 hours inside.
We didn’t receive our checked luggage — they told us it would be sent once we confirm a new flight 📦✈️. Still, I must say the airport staff were kind and professional . They handed out free bottled water and chocolate 💧🍫, and when I tried to pay for food at the court, they said it was free of charge .
I don’t blame the airline. They handled a very tough situation with grace. I blame the warmongers who caused this regional crisis 🌍💥, impacting tens of thousands of travelers like us.
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