The ambulance stopped right in front of the entrance to Keflavík airport; the nurses unloaded the stretcher on which I lay and pushed it through the air terminal. We passed right in front of the Icelandair desk, where there was the same clerk with whom I had discussed about my ticket, such a long time ago; I would have liked to make her recognize me, but I could not. On the runway the air ambulance was waiting for me: my insurance, giving full cover for illness and accident, was valid for longer than my notorious air ticket. Right before closing the airplane door, the airport hostess smiled at me and said:
--I wish you a quick recovery, and see you in Iceland.