I climb each step in silence, without looking back, without saying a word. The pilot smiles at me, saying good evening. I only give him a slight smile without even taking off my glasses even though it's night. I know I should apologize for making him wait for me, because in the end, it's not his fault for what's happening, but my pain is so great, what I feel and the weakness in my own spirit that I don't have the will for anything.
I just drag my small suitcase straight to my seat. I leave it to the side, take a seat near the small window, and without looking at him, I extend my legs, pulling them towards my chest to rest for a while. I hear him, with his deep and rough voice talking to the pilot, I can even hear him promising to be compensated for the delay. The flight attendant asks hi
