The other night I was on a flight from Frankfurt to Addis, en route to Juba. It was past midnight and I was trapped somewhere between a futile attempt at sleep and a futile attempt to watch a bit of unwatchable in-flight entertainment.
By Alyoscia D'Onofrio
The other night I was on a flight from Frankfurt to Addis, en route to Juba. It was past midnight and I was trapped somewhere between a futile attempt at sleep and a futile attempt to watch a bit of unwatchable in-flight entertainment.
It was the eighth or ninth announcement, delivered in no less than four languages, which pushed me over the edge.