EVERYTIME YOU LEAVE 1 FEBRUARY Victoria was standing in the middle of one in the corridor at the airport staring intently at one of those horrible screens. ‘Delayed’ Flight 5478 to Brussels was delayed, and it wasn’t the only one filling up the screen, more than half of flights to Europe were delayed because of the bad weather. Resigned, she walk towards a café located near the assigned gate to her flight and queued to ask for a coffee. Minutes later, and with a paper cub full of brown liquid that hardly contained her daily dose of caffeine, she sat down on a seat to wait because of delays. There were hardly free seats, but Victoria found one just opposite a wall. She dropped her bag off on the floor, a terribly heavy bad, and pulled out the book she was reading. The seat she had found was the last in line, therefore, there was nobody on her right, and on her left there was a lady in her eighties, or thousands, who looked like taken directly from Black Forest with those pink cheeks and those big arms that could grab four tankards of beer in each. Victoria noticed that the lady was looking and smiling at her, and she smiled back. Afterwards, she made sure of closing her bag properly, and then she stood up one for a moment to get rid of the horrible and empty paper cub at that moment. She watched the screen again to check out if a miracle had happened, and the arrival of her flight was announced, and after realizing that it wasn’t, she sat down again and opened the book on page 20. And then she fell asleep.