Crossing the Atlantic to reach London heathrow airport is a shorter flight compared to aiming for Paris but it is still a damned long flight... Cramped in those economy seats, like cattle on the way to the butcher. How many years did we wait for enough aeroplan miles for this flight? Too many, too late to ask for an upgrade...
Nathan slept as soon as the plane was flying steadily into the sky. I watched de vrais mensonges, with Audrey Tautou and Nathalie Baye a great French movie, later was struggling to close my eyes then pap pap, we were in London for our connection.
2 hours ran quickly in the airport, loved hearing genuine English accent, reminded me that most of my friends before coming to Canada, in Beirut, were English people.
We got to Beirut with a slight delay, enough for our parents not to get crazy worried. As we got closer to the city, you realize city planning never really existed. The old lady is still the same, we have changed during our exile.