WorldStory - Book One

It shouldn't be this easy. I settle back into the business class seat of the new Boeing Dreamliner and can't help but look furtively around the cabin, expecting these moments of peace to be once again shattered without warning. Oblivious to the road that has brought be here, the cabin attendant flashes a beautiful smile and hands me a complimentary champagne. I stare up at the overhead light and wonder if this is how people feel when they see that light at the end of tunnel.

Outside the window, a distant thunderstorm rains down on the mountains surrounding Krakow as the plane starts to taxi down the runway. Have I really escaped? We lift off and bank around to the north and I can do nothing now to control the relieved smile that is finally spreading across my face.