Airport Memories

Last week I was in Copenhagen Airport. I was walking around the concourses to pass the time. There was about two hours before my flight, so I thought I would do a stroll around and look at things. I wandered to concourse F. It is one of the farthers concourses there is - the other one is concourse A. So I was walking to concourse F - there was nothing to see. All the gates were closed - there were no sounds there besides the occasional announcement over the PA. Other than that it was empty. I then decide to head over to concourse A. It was placed on the other end of the airport, so I started walking - and I walked and I walked. Concourse A was the former domestic flight departure terminal. You couldn’t actually enter the terminal without going outside and then go back in again. Now it was connected to the rest of Copenhagen Airport. So I started walking down towards the old part of concourse A. It was just a very long hallway with exits to different gates. There were nobody there. I kept on walking until I came to an escalator heading downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs there were a couple of single leather sofas and a table. They were all empty. No one was sitting there. You could actually get a good nights sleep there if you had a long delay. On the left side of the table there was a hallway heading to four other gates. I followed the hallway and came to a desk - walking past it some sliding doors opened and I went inside. There were four gates, lots of seating, some kids entertainment tables with some toys and just empty desks. There was a huge departure screen but no one from concourse A. So I just had a look around there. I was all alone in a desolate part of the airport. I felt like I wasn’t supposed to be there. There were security cameras around me, and I kept wondering if someone was looking at my while I was looking glimpsing at the lenses. Would they send the police to my location to escort me out of this place? No one came. I stood there for about 5 minutes. Nothing happened so I decided to head back again. Still I didn’t see anyone on my way back to the more populous areas of the airport.

Just a desk

If you want to go to a place where no one comes - a place that is liminal space, I would definitely recommend the far away land of concourse A in Copenhagen Airport.