Travel

When I am traveling I am among the happiest of men.

I do not read papers, do not watch TV and do not have to organise my days as I have to when I am at home. I simply and blissfully ignore all the world's troubles and problems. The only problem I cannot avoid is the organised chaos of airports and train stations.

I wish I could be traveling all the time.

And this time a minor miracle happened. The late evening plane from Rome to Brussel arrived without problems and we undertook the long, long trek from the gate to the luggage reclaim. The moment I saw the carousel, I saw that my suitcase was already turning rounds on it. On all my professional end leisure travels, this had never happened intil now.

Quite the contrary. Losing one's luggage was not an unfrequent experience (though I always got it back, mostly after one or two days), but I remember an occasion when, on a flight from Rome to Brussels, I waited at the carousel for 90 minutes and then went to the office to inquire about the missing luggage. I was told that the plane, on which I had traveled from Rome, had not landed yet.