As nice as the hotel rooms on business trips is also (this time with an oval tub behind a semi-circular glass wall, very chic), so it's nice to be able to fly back home Friday. The first flight from Ankara to Istanbul goes smoothly, change to the neighboring plane, unfortunately, not directly, but first from the national to the international terminal to run, then waited in line at passport control, buy quickly or at the Duty Free a bargain, a bottle of water from the automatic pick, again stand in line at the security check and the gate. One third of all passengers wearing white Clothing. Everything about them is white, the headscarf, the clothes, the socks. This Biolatschen and a lot of bags. Quickly or e-mail addresses are exchanged, photos shown on the camera. Coming from the Hajj.
boarding with a half hour late. Newspapers? Are there any today. Not even Turkish. My place is in the rear third of the plane, a B-site. Middle seats are the worst. One can not lean on the window to sleep, but not easy to get up to go to the toilet. Today, both are more difficult: The lady next to me has a cat there. It comes in last and needs help in garments. Then she turns the purple cat basket on her lap. It stinks.
are soon as we lifted off, she digs her fingers into the front seat is very restless and murmuring "Anx, Anx!" I suspect fear of flying. She points her finger upward. Does she speak with God? No, she needs help. I press the service switch and open schonmal the barf bag. A stewardess comes in and tries to calm her down. She gets a cup of tea. Then she looks at me with frightened eyes, "rickety, shaky, so shaky." I have to hide my laughter. My other seatmate is now handling the reassurance: "This is normal when we fly through clouds, shall pass.." The woman again: "wobble, wobble, or never shaky," she spits it incessantly small droplets on my hand. How disgusting. She rummaged in her purse and pulls out a little water, which smells like a mixture of 4711 and toilet block. She wets her temples. Together with the stench of cat this is a very unpleasant combination. At last the meal comes, I hope to distraction. The final tablet goes to my neighbor. Then it's over, my table is empty. I also take beef, when Chicken is all. Although I had three days of fed beef and my stomach does not like good. He growls. I just want to just eat something. After an eternity, the friendly steward conjures then still a serving out for me. The cat stretches its claws out of my beef. It was fortunate that I'm allergic! After a nice meal the fear of flying back off. I pretend to be asleep. My left neighbor cares very much about my right neighbor. She says, "Look, your cat is calm." "Alf, Alf," she says, spitting on my hands and opens the cage. What do they really want ". The cat is very old, she hears nothing, it is in fact very loud on the plane today and that scares me." She tears off a piece of toilet paper with which the cat cage is padded, and puts it into the ears. Peace at last. Were it not for the passengers in the row behind everything, and knock incessantly with their cups to the seats, so they get more tea. I want to get away. After three hours of landing the pilots in a snow-covered Berlin. The fear of flying woman gets claustrophobic. I say something, but she heard nothing. She gasps for air and yells at people. "Quick! Go away!" I take the dirty cat basket with my hands, spit on my lap. That's enough. Get out! Standing in line at passport control. Waiting at the baggage carousel. Instead of our cases come with hundreds of cans of water. Determines holy water. When we finally get to the exit, the Whites received as pop stars. Screaming and scramble, outstretched arms wherever you look. The outputs are tight, run the video cameras to pick from. Please, please just let me out only here. I fidget through to the taxi. Home!
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