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Always love the Lounge… and some bad news

No matter airline I end up flying, there is one lounge that always makes me feel like home. As weird as it may seem to feel like home at a lounge, the truth is the BA Lounge does it. Always wondering why this student still has a gold card and typically the only woman around (at least until 5 minutes ago) I always play professional, have my orange juice and connect my laptop to the plug and to the free wi-fi. You got to love it. In case of doubt and small price difference it always makes me choose BA, to think that in a way I am ensuring the sustainability of this little yellow card.
But enough with superficial stuff today. I am happy and I am sad today. Well, I am mostly happy, I am on my way to London and I could not think of a place I would rather be. But I am sad for Rosa and João. It is Rosa’s birthday today, and yesterday, as they went for a drink in Maputo to celebrate, someone decided not to like that they were white and started a fight. All ended up in the police, with the cops clearly not defending the white guys. It is sad to think that these two (and her brother who just recently moved there) decided to dedicate a portion of their lives to live there and help the locals and this is “pay” they get. In times like this it is difficult to keep the will to be away from your most loved ones to work for people that do not want you there. I hope they hang on, for them, for me and for the children we so much try to help.
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Unknown said…
Wow.. Hope all goes well with them and save travels sweetie.. can't get over the email title haha.. ;*
26 September, 2008 09:32
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