I’m back on the military base that cannot be named in the country that cannot be named either.
Here is where it all started a little more than two weeks ago.
The flight on the C-130 Hercules was cramped as always, Ryanair is a miracle of luxury compared to the Hercules. (I cannot enter a Hercules without being reminded of my first trip to Afghanistan, a friendly air force officer in Kabul invited me to come to the cockpit of his Hercules and fly with him.)
Opposite of me a navy officer was reading a book titled “Legs” by William Kennedy.
The first days during this trip there were moments that I was counting the days till it was over and now I cannot imagine going back to normal life.
Thank god normal life is not going to last long – in July I will serve croissants, wine and coffee on Swiss trains. Not a war zone for a change, just a train.