This morning I found the ticket in my pigeon hole. The first thing on my mind was: mailing Rosanne! While I have no idea if she would read the e-mail. But I can always call her when I arrive in Tokyo. And to make a reservation for the flight. First to LA and from there to Tokyo. The bigger things I want to take with me for dr. Tachikawa I brought to the UPS in a big box. I can pick that up in Tokyo when I found Kodjiro. And I don’t want to take too much luggage. Imaging me standing there with the whole mess, not knowing where to go to. Only a backpack seemed to be the easiest.

It would be a long journey. Elf and a halve hour. During the afternoon I would arrive at Narita. Nine hours flying above the Pacific. How can I waist my time?

I felt asleep halfway between LA and Tokyo. And: I had been dreaming. I can’t remember much of it myself. But I woke up lying in the corridor, fighting with two stewardesses on top of me. When I calmed down a bit, and back in on my seat with a glass of water in front of me, one of the stewardesses told me what had happened. I had been hanging at the handle above my head and behaved like a monkey. I behaved like a savage she said. When I started to hit all the surroundings the overwhelmed me together and pushed me on the ground. Then I calmed down. I started to apologize heavily. It was no problem. “Everybody sometimes has nightmares” they said simultaneously. I have been drinking a lot of coffee during the rest of the journey and I watched movies. I didn’t fancy another sleep.