Shelia Kinneer Robb

RUSSIA and ME Shelia Kinneer Robb

It was dark outside when I felt the plane begin its descent. The plane taxied and stopped in front of one of the darkened buildings. The passengers started toward the door at the front of the plane and I followed them. I hoped they knew where they were going because I didn't. No one was talking. We descended the stairs of the plane onto the tarmac and proceeded on toward the first building. The door was open and we entered it and proceeded on to the next room which was dark. Then we went on to the third room which was well lit. I stopped just inside the door because I didn't know where to go and the other passengers had disappeared. There were no signs saying this was an airport but as I looked around, I saw a severe-looking woman in a too-tight uniform staring at me with a "Don't mess with me" look on her face.