I’m sitting on a plane from Budapest to Zürich. From there I’ll fly to Los Angeles. We’re a few seconds before takeoff.
Every time I travel to the U.S., I start to reassess my life.
I woke up at 4 a.m. and left for the airport in Budapest at 4:30.
The drive took me three hours.

We’re gaining speed now. Already in the air.
I don’t really like this feeling.
Noise-cancelling headphones make life in the airplane a bit more bearable.
Just a bit...

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