The Pianist
We’ve all been stuck at the airport. I’ve had my fair share of unforgettable experiences. I’ve spent the night at Rome’s airport, wearing sweats over my jeans to stay warm. I slept in an armchair at Singapore’s Changi. I’ve been sent to hotels while in Chicago, Tokyo, and Miami because of cancellations. And I’ve spent hours in airports waiting, standing in line, watching the monitors and paying for wifi. I even wrote a fake survival guide to living in the Charles de Gaulle airport, here. My point is, I’m used to it.
Most of this has happened alone though.


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