CHAPTER 22
The Escape When I hear the call for the boarding of my flight I look around before leaving the small table full of magazines, an empty cup and a little dish full of crumbles. For some stupid reason I almost hope to see him coming here at the airport. I almost feel him near like when in the morning at our café I was sure he was coming and after a few minutes I saw him showing up at the door. A sort of sixth sense links people who share something strong together.
I see the crowd moving, I search between faces but I don’t see anything. When I manage to reach my gate I’m overwhelmed by a huge group of people back from vacations, probably from some Arabic place according to the clothes of a lot of women with head covered and other to
