not real travellers

They weren’t real travelers: they left in order to return. And they were relieved when they got back, with a sense of having fulfilled an obligation. To bore their friends to death by showing pictures as everyone attempted to conceal their yawns. This is us in Carcassonne... from “Flights” by Olga Tokarczuk

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