aug 26 fri
finally, we're on the last plane home. the night passed, just about, but I couldn't sleep (sort of) for more than 10-15 minutes altogether. Stansted is not very good to sleep at. we did find some palatable seats at the end of the building, after the last row of check-ins, but they're not really comfy - I believe it would have been better to use a sleeping mat on the foor, like some people did.
early "wake up" time and check-in at 4.00am - with the main luggage out of the way we had breakfast and then we passed customs control and passed to the next area. at the gate, the usual herd of Italian sheep started gathering at the door -forming a queue, I have to admit- way before the lady appeared at the boarding gate. all obviously complaining about something or other. what I ask myself is this -- if they don't like anything other than their fucking Italy, why don't they just stay there!
the plane left on time and we reached Torino on schedule, trumpets and all !!!
a sour consideration:
you forget all too quickly how these people behave, what you have to live with every day. after a couple of days away, they don't seem so bad. alas, everything comes back too quickly as soon as you approach any whatsoever gathering of them. I hate the fucking lot of them, and, yes, I'm a racist.
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