There comes a moment, just after the plane has taxied to the runway, when you hear the jet engines rise to a crescendo, and the wheels push into forward motion, and the force builds momentum. The moment when you feel your guts drop. You cross your fingers, as the plane suddenly severs from the Earth and ascends — it might as well be a rocket blasting off. Your heart races, then stops for a moment — that moment. That’s when you realize there’s no turning back.
So, stupidly, you clutch your passport, your wallet with your money and credit card, as if you could do anything about it. It’s already too late.
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