Chubby, sweaty, with four unbelievably large fanny packs, she was plodding on towards the elevator. I opened the door and she said, panting: come with me, I can’t handle this cabin. I’m going to the ninth floor to my daughter. What was I supposed to do? All sorts of stinging smells replaced the air in the cramped place we shared. Stuck against the stainless wall, almost fainting I felt a sudden …
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