@Former Member posted:I remember Timheri. There was a lounge where you could sit by the glass and watch your family or friends walk to the plane, waving and crying as they went. Then the stairs were removed, the doors closed and the plane taxied to the far end and came back at high speed and lifted off right in front of that lounge area.
Then the wailing started.
It was a sad place. Lots of tears from the parking lot all the way in. I had a cousin I played with as a child until we were 7 and she left for London. Never saw her again in life.
You describe that scene superbly. Just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes. I still remember when I was leaving seeing a neighbour of mine working on the road at Timerhi. I asked the driver to stop so I could say goodbye. We had palyed together and I may have beaten him up a few times. When we got out of the car he asked who was leaving. My mother motioned towards me. He seemed disappointed. I have always wondered if he was disappointed that I was leaving or that I was allowed to leave.