..I drank the sparkling water.
My back was still hurting from the plane first shock. I tried to relax: I observed the passengers recovering from the incident. Some were crying afterward, the pretty black girl smiled at me, relieved. The fat French woman sitting by me was still groaning in her friends’ arms. The staff gathered the untouched packed lunches, some of them on the floor.
I felt really peaceful and lonely…and the film title « n’oublie-pas que tu vas mourir » came to my mind.
I told myself that I had been dreaming, that this couldn’t happen to me.