Pause machen.

Tegel is an international airport but for being that it feels tiny. Little brother described it as Bromma flyplats in Stockholm, this tiny airport for domestic flights. I think he's right about that.
As I work at this airport I've tried to find my place to have my break. There are two fancy restaurant,  a coffee place and some other places where I could sit, eat something and have my break. I don't though. There is not any vegan food to get at the airport. At all. I mean, if I could live on coffee I would, but I like food so I bring my own.
So my favorite place to have my snack/meal is on the second floor, right by the big departure/arrival sign, between the coffee place and one of the fancy restaurants I sit.
I eat and I watch the people below. Some stressed running to their gate, some are drinking a beer or relaxing. Airplane personal that come in looking all focused with their little carry on suitcases on wheels. Big groups with a guide or something that have way to much luggage, rushing to customs to get their tax free money back. Excited travelers with a big smile on their faces. Families. Backpackers.
Well dressed business men and women in the lounge across from where I'm sitting, with laptops/pads or with a phone to their ear. Confused newly arrived tourist. Walking slowly, looking around with what seems to be no goal, trying to find an exit.

I like sitting from my spot seeing them all. On the way somewhere. It calms me by seeing them all rush or whatever they do, which I always get while being around people.
Like I like to read when there is people around, at cafés for example because of the sounds of others.

I sold a non-fiction book to a guy in the bookstore that told me that he had way to much time to kill since he left the city to early and needed a book. On my break I saw him siting in the fancy restaurant below reading. One earphone in his ear and a beer on the table. Even though he was sitting down and reading, he looked stressed. His eyes lost focus from time to time. He took a sip from his beer, looked around almost nervously and I wondered what his story was. Maybe he felt watched. With all right, since I was watching him for a while.

So if you happened to be at Tegel when I'm having my break, you might as well be watched as you pass to see which gate you have to go to to catch your flight. If you see me - wave.