Flight to Japan

I came to Heathrow again. There was no way I can run away.

Until the last time, I continued to express my unhappiness. However I got on the air plain.

I chatted with my next gentle man. He said he is French and a freelance clothes designer. A clothes designer sounds so impressive. He looked nice and friendly.

I thought I am lucky to have a good neighbor.

When flight attendances came to us to give drink, he said “German beer, please”. Our flight is Lufthansa and German company. I guess this is why they serve German beer.

I thought it is a good way to enjoy the flight to have something I do not really have daily life.

I said “Can I have German beer too, please”.

I drunk German beer with some small pretzels. I started to feel “not bad”.