Because all we do as we travel is note or having thing things noted unto us.
The woman flying from LA with her husband and daughter. The husband holding a large object which looks like a ring of fire. On their way to Bucharest. Delayed firstly because an engine hadn't worked and secondly because of the NATO summit. Heading to Bucharest because the fourteen year old daughter is one of the top ten under 15 rhythmic gymnasts in the US. Their hotel in Bucharest is going to cost 30 Euros a night. They are bringing their own sheets. Stay three nights before returning directly to LA.
The assistant as I checked in at the TAM desk at Frankfurt. Who arranged my window seat and then disappeared for ten minutes having seen my baggage was only routed as far as Sao Paulo. Before returning with a sticker which informed that the case would now go as far as Montevideo. Who said with only the barest hint of multilingual irony: I think this is better now.
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2.4.10
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