My desperation plays out in the Etihad Airways BCN terminal at Barcelona’s BCN airport like a never-ending looping nightmare. The endless delay simply makes me more anxious with every announcement and flashing screen. I walk aimlessly among the tired faces, looking for some sign of hope, but there’s none. The impersonal, sterile expanse of the terminal seems to mock my predicament, making every minute of waiting feel like a painful eternity. My once-unwavering patience is now worn thin and tattered. Every second of inaction turns into a gulf of frustration, with hope appearing dimly amidst the noise of weariness and impatience. It feels like an endless ordeal.