La Muraille

Wein Flughäfen

The Scene

I’m in the Vienna airport. Everyone is queuing along at a good pace toward the terminal, mit luggage.

Just ahead of me, a fellow lug with his large blue roller case dragged behind. There is a hint of last night wafting in his wake. The escalator lurks.

To my left is a lady with a large roller. I’d just flashed her a smile to let her know I was a friend a moment ago, and she…