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Buckle Up
Boarding the plane took ages. We stood towards the back of a long queue. Every step forward, a step to freedom. Every step, a step further away from the fight. Relief and regret rolled up into one, my mind a crazy ball of cats. As before, Philippe waited in line a couple of people behind me. As if being torn over the situation wasn’t enough, I was nervous about the flights too. The red tail of the plane loomed large in the window as I neared the boarding desk. They were asking for boarding passes and passports. I held mine out together in one hand, trying to keep a lid on the nerves.
What would Katerina do? How would Katerina think? That’s what I kept asking myself. She’d probably be slightly bored, but nothing else, looking forward to getting into her seat and cracking ope
