13:15. That
was the expected hour for the plane to take off.
21:30.
That’s the hour when I eventually got aboard on the plane.
23:27. When
I’m writing these lines.
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| Flight Malaga - Madrid - Copenhagen. Fifth capture after other passengers appeared on the previous ones |
I’ve just
had my last meal of the day. In fact I don’t know if it was dinner or, as the
Danes say, natsmad. I must recognize the fact that SAS (Scandinavian Airlines
is not cool enough) provided us with food and drinks all the time. Not only the
whole lunch, but also during the afternoon: Snacks (e.g. chicken sandwich) and
drinks. SAS is not cheap at all, neither bighearted for sure.
Nevertheless
two meals it’s not enough to kill that much time. I think I checked all the
stores at least once, some twice and others even three times. My bag is full of
testers for perfumes and in an irrational impulse I deceive myself. My last
acquisition is Luna Rosa by Prada. A 50ml bottle of pure good smell for
sportsmen and, why not, for me.
Ok, I’m
cheating myself. I forgot that my last acquisition is a magazine I hadn’t
bought before I thought it was too frivolous and lacked of any interest apart
from the give-hopes-to-fatty-people field. It’s “Men’s Health’. Worldwide known
and for my surprise the Spanish edition is good enough. Something uncommon in
print media.
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| Spanish edition of the magazine Men's Health. It's quite good. |
And it’s
because not only deal with fitness and diet as the very only topics –there are
an uncountable number of them-, and neither because it includes style, personal
care and leisure. It’s due to the fresh and unserious, journalistic way of
writing. I’ve found more journalistic key skills its pages than in the Danish
tabloid BT that I read this noon while I was wondering why the plane wasn’t
taking off.
Now,
relocated in a flight from Malaga to Copenhagen with stop in Madrid and
surrounded by Danes, Swedes, Spaniards and some expatriates, I’m finishing my
last lines. But I bear in mind that we’re expected to arrive at one o’clock. I
didn’t know that Denmark was still awake at that time. Maybe I knew that, but I
forgot it because of the last three weeks in Madrid. “La ciudad más divertida
del mundo”.
Danes make
fun and laugh at the airport assistant because they don’t know how to pronounce
their efternavner in a proper way,
without keeping in mind that they have such a difficult language. Swedes just
speak their funny language and ask all the time how will arrive to Stockholm if
they have already lost the connection. Spaniards… Well, they behave as always.
We recognize each other. It’s easy for us. And the expatriates carry with noisy
children. I’m so desolated. TGTS – Thanks God They are Sleeping.
PS. I must
confess that some minutes ago I was a little sneaky. The flight attendants
handed out some sandwiches. Since I read they have a vegetarian menu, I decided
to test SAS service. I received a lomo sandwich (is there any real English word
for that back meat?). I don’t like it at all and, concerned about my shape
–fatty food– and conscious of my hate to cheese, I asked the flight attendant
for a vegan sandwich, which means non-coming from an animal food. So, I would
avoid lomo and cheese at once and I could eat something healthier. She just
answered “let me check it”. Three minutes later, she’s back with a vegetarian,
including cheese, sandwich. Afterwards not even the sandwich could’ve been
under my control today.
