# back


At gate 29, I had a peculiar experience. I ran into someone who might be my doppelgänger, either leaving or coming from somewhere else. It felt like watching oneself in a video or hearing one's voice from a speaker for the first time—a surreal sensation, recognizing it's you yet feeling completely detached. If you're both here and there, how do you decide which is which? It's reminiscent of one's reflection in a mirror or water. Before boarding the plane, I messaged a friend: "I saw this woman who looks exactly like me, wait, no, she is me, I'm pretty sure of it..." I even called out 'Romina!' when she boarded, but no one looked back.