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Edited on Wed Aug-20-08 02:13 PM by DFW
My younger daughter has finally returned from Africa, where she spent the summer not on safari, but in the armpit of the continent with the UN war crimes tribunal in Sierra Leone. She left Tuesday evening (Sierra Leone time, i.e. GMT) to fly to Brussels (no flights from Sierra Leone to Germany, where our house is).
Her trip back was quite an adventure. She decided to splurge and pay $65 for the helicopter ride across the water from the city (Freetown) to the airport. It took seven minutes, where the usual trip by land and ferry takes from two hours to seven, depending on what was working on the day you wanted to go. The helicopters sometimes crash, too, but not this time. There was no security at all, but I guess even hijackers need to feel they'll live long enough to do their evil stuff, and this place didn't offer odds high enough for their liking.
She got to Brussels the next morning (today). No luggage. She missed her train to Germany, got the airline to promise to deliver the luggage to Germany, and, having no express trains for which her ticket was good (she had no Thalys tix) for the next five hours, decided to head in the direction of Germany using local trains heading east. She got stuck in Liège, in eastern Belgium, for three hours. The airline called her German cell phone, which she had with her, and said the luggage had been located and would be brought to Germany tomorrow. They then called back 3 hours later to say that they had deposited her luggage at our house in Germany, before she even got there!! We called our neighbors there, with whom we leave house keys (we have theirs, too), and they said sure enough, the luggage had been brought all the way from Belgium (you can tell she did NOT fly with United!). Ours is a relatively safe neighborhood, but they put it inside anyway.
So, when she gets to our town, totally exhausted after the trip from Africa with no sleep, does she go straight home?
Hah! Are you kidding? She's 23 and thinks she's immortal. Some friends of hers are leaving for a vacation, so she takes a taxi straight to THEIR place, accompanies them to the Düsseldorf airport, sees them off, and THEN goes home. First thing she does is take a shower, a luxury she did not have in Sierra Leone. Then she calls us to say all is well, and then she gets dressed up to go out on the town with some former classmates. Tomorrow, she has to get new malaria medicine (you have to keep taking it for weeks after you get back, or you still risk getting malaria even if there is none where you now are), go to the dentist, see some other doctor, and the Friday fly to New York to get ready for her fall semester of Law School.
Did I have THAT much energy when I was 23? Or was she born with an extra gas tank that medical science has yet to discover? When she was 5, a neighbor once called her "Madame 10,000 volts." It doesn't look like her battery has lost any juice in the meantime.
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