Saturday, November 12

I managed to sleep for most of the flight from Trivandrum to Doha, and I have waited in the airport for almost three hours, feeling like I existed in no particular time zone.

Now we board the big plane – the Dreamliner – to fly to Helsinki. I stand for a moment on the tarmac and photograph the view from under the end of the wing.

The sky has already turned a deep blue and the temperature has risen to 29 degrees.

I will fail to find any film or television series that interests me. Objectively I feel too tired and displaced in time to find the concentration or enthusiasm to watch anything. I read a couple of comics instead.

I will eat, read and sleep my way to Helsinki where Irma will pick me up with a new strategy that worked perfectly.