62 Hours To Go
The closer we get to the final lift up for this Tunisia Event, the more stuff gets packed into that suitcase, the more documents are being printed out and the more I start wondering if and how I am supposed to either do my job or at least survive it… The more all this happens, everybody else seems to worry about only ONE major question, which is:
Are René And Leo Going To Make It To Geneva Airport On Their Own At All?
I wonder (not to say I am scared of) what might follow after we eventually manage to fullfill this task. Will I be expected to carry my passport on my own? Will someone order food for me?
Well, but who cares - I mean: We are not even in the train yet. Meanwhile, I better try worrying if everybody else makes it to the airplane safely - doesn’t actually feel too bad, does it?