Questa è Enida

I told you to be still. I told you I am all right. Things can go Vladivostok-ishly wrong and I am as all right as all left can be. So let’s move on to bigger and better things while I deal with my love and life, while I learn my lessons or teach one or two to those who might have to learn sooner than later.

So my angels took aflight on April 15 to the city of SIN where their sinful mommy’s bestfriend dwells (yes both Mommy and her bestfriend are sinfully sinful when they want to be). It was supposed to be an uneventful flight. Until this boy decided to explore what he could do with his hands. Yeah, already!

The first 20 minutes after taking off was a bliss and I was sure the next 35 minutes was going to evaporate on me before I could say ‘Singapore Zoo!’ or ‘Night Safari!’ Well, be still.

You know those cabin table-top thing you put your food on or you write on? You know the space where you hide or stow the top away? Edrick just HAD to see if his arm would fit in the space. I don’t know to this day at what degree of an angle that he did it, but he managed to stick his elbow and the whole forearm just nicely in the stowaway compartment for the table-top! His arm was in every meaning of stuck, STUCK!

I, with the other two cabin crew, spent the next what felt like 20 minutes trying to get Edrick’s arm out of the stowaway compartment! It felt so long that I didn’t know whether we were coming or going. While Edrick, being that easily freaked-out boy… naturally freaked out like there was no tomorrow! Nah, nyaman rasa! Edrick was so traumatized with the whole ‘stuck’ experience on that short flight to Sin City that he never let anyone take his table-top out again after. He held on to his cup of water until he fell asleep holding it.

Our flight to Domodedovo Airport from Changi was another story worth posting another entry for. For now, let me fly to and with my Alsace and think what I can do with my hands.