In the end, Frida and I were able to sit together, due to the obliging passenger next to me who swapped seats. The eight hour journey to our stopover at Dubai seemed like an eternity. Frida put on her headphones as soon as the plane took off and watched a movie. I tried to do the same, but couldn't concentrate.
I finally drifted off and found myself in the middle of an armed robbery in a*****e with Frida as my accomplice. Teff was behind the counter. He pulled his gun and aimed it at me, then pointed it at Frida and shot her in the chest. She slumped into me and I tried to catch her as she fell to the ground. My devastation that I'd failed to protect her was so intense I thought I'd die myself.
I awoke, breathless. The same nightmare I'd been having for twenty odd years; just a different
