An hour late for my connecting flight to Amsterdam from Heathrow, I am running up to the gate just as they are closing the doors. The attendant at the door turns around. ¨Yoy Yansen?¨ ¨Yes! Yes! That´s me.¨ ¨We were just about to leave. You just made it¨ This was the day of the England bombings, or right after. There ended up being some kind of threat against the plane I was on so after all that running and just making it, we actually had to disembark for another 45 minutes while they searched the plane. It was, however, a short and pleasent flight to Amsterdam thereafter. Then, as I was waiting for my luggage, I heard it again. ¨Yansen. Yoy Yansen. Please report to the service desk¨. My luggage was in London. Those who
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