CHAPTER 14.
Looking out of the airplane window, I suddenly saw lots of little lights, and I imagined that it meant we were already close to the ground, it seemed that the flight was nearing its end.
“Is that Rome?” I asked the young lady who was passing by my seat at that moment, an air hostess I think she was called.
“We’re arriving at Fiumicino, which is the name of the airport in Rome,” she had answered, maintaining that smile I’d noticed she’d had plastered on her face for the entire journey. Surely that was intended to encourage all of us passengers to be calm, if that was possible, because there must have been others who had their hearts in their mouths like I did.
It was the first time I had ever gotten on a plane, the other times I had to come to this city, it had been by car.
