Chapter 7 Flight to Johannesburg
I still remember the hours we spent on that plane, which almost looked like a can of sardines. I don’t know how Jenaro endured so many hours sitting down, because it seemed endless to me, but when I told him he told me.
“It’s not the longest trip we’ve ever made! It’s only a 12-hour flight.”
“Only! Do they seem few to you?” I protested.
“No, I mean, it took us like 9 hours to Canada, but to Australia, between one thing and another it was almost 24 hours.”
“Don’t talk to me about that trip, I’ll repeat it in my life! And the problems we had at the airport in England, which almost didn’t let you board.”
“It is true!” Jenaro said, “and all because my second surname was missing from the reservation, and I presented the visa to them in order, but despite t
