I’m stretching out my old carcass for the fifth time this year at KLIA’s Golden Lounge. But I’m not complaining, because this means that I’m only a twelve hours flight away from my beloved Gatín.
If everything had turned out as scheduled, I would do this in two weeks time. But again, things turned out differently. Hence, I’m heading home again.
We changed our flights yesterday, just minutes before our caring boss let call to command that we must change our flights immediately in order to come home. Get mind readers a salary raise or a dismissal?
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