The idea was born at 1.23 am at Schiphol airport. Almost at this same time last month.
Born on a hard reclining seat, not at all comfortable, in one of the upstairs lounges where I lay huddled in my just purchased duvet, still in my jeans, socks, shirt and jacket. God was it cold!
Finally, it was quiet in the lounge as my fellow travellers slept....
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- Stella Stark
- I am a Human Resource professional, I enjoy travelling, relaxing with a good book, nice rap music & a glass of bubbly, plus I am an aspiring writer.
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