From the snow to the sun.

Hello, from snowy Prague

(a little side note, the first picture is actually always a Pilsette at the airport🍺)

we went to rainy Frankfurt, nothing special, just as The Doors were singing 'This is the End' through my headphones, the captain interrupted the silence and asked for attention. Uh, I thought it was a bad omen or something?

No, it was actually the chief stewardess being bid farewell on her last flight. With tears in her eyes and the applause of the passengers, she had to march through the plane again. And The Doors kept playing This is the End - I swear.

Now I'm sitting in the 747-8 with 2 seats to myself - not bad for a 14-hour non-stop flight to summer. By the way, the flight captain is Mr. Merkel, who points out the functional radio equipment on the most beautiful (and longest note by the writer) Lufthansa aircraft (he’s right about that). After a little bumping over the equator, Gundermann and The Threepenny Opera on the TV, we landed punctually at 8 o'clock. Oh, by the way, Mrs. Merkel, you should ask in China or with Sultan Erdogan, they are both here with 2 big planes, maybe you can catch a ride with them.

So now I made my way through the beautiful summer to my hostel. And then it's finally time for the football match Independiente against Boca, more about that in the next post.