Apr 2, 2012

First night

After what felt like the *longest flight of my life, I'm savouring the night beauty of Vienna.
* I could have banged my head on the rest arm or maybe cried or just hid underneath the sit. It didn't matter which way, I guess, all I wanted was for Erin to put her seat belt on and stay calm. Maybe everyone was being nice or plainly ignoring a little girl's tantrum but my aching head and couldn't take it anymore. Why did it feels so hot all of a sudden. I was sweating--sweating with frustration and helplessnes and neither Dora nor Pongo helped me in my predicament.

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