Wait in vain at the baggage claim.

Standing there looking at the suitcases

traveling the forth or fifth round on the conveyor

bound for somewhere else

slowly realizing that in some other airport

far away, there is another poor soul

with the same empty distrusting face

looking at the conveyor in despair

realizing that the underwear

has to be worn inside out tomorrow.

Don’t you hate when this happens, ha de Gött!