tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413418028303666065.post4359792955822011249..comments2023-04-26T09:27:30.046-04:00Comments on Absinthe Minded: A SHOUT FROM COPENHAGEN, THOMAS E. KENNEDYDwayne D. Hayeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05838017756012967091noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1413418028303666065.post-55110876958978040642009-09-04T10:25:42.160-04:002009-09-04T10:25:42.160-04:00I was flying to Malaga in the middle of July, list...I was flying to Malaga in the middle of July, listening to some music and reading a book - "The Chymical Wedding" by Lindsay Clarke, I think - when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. A woman a few seats in front had got out of her seat suddenly, blocking the drinks trolley in the process, to my thirsty annoyance, and was stabbing the call button with a look of such awful panic on her face while repeating something in Spanish directed at someone sitting behind me. The man behind me - part of the same extended family group, I guessed - leapt up and ran to her, reached down to the seat next to hers and lifted the limp body of a boy around nine or ten into the aisle. Crew and family members arrived and checked his breathing, and then carried the boy forward with much conversation and concern, closing the partioning curtain after them. After much coming and going of worried-looking crew and family carrying blankets and bottles of water, there were finally relieved smiles and nervous laughter, and when we debarked, I saw the boy sitting wrapped in a blanket, looking pale but otherwise very much alive, thank goodness. The Air Europa crew were very calm and professional at the time - a reminder indeed that being an airline steward or stewardess isn't just about serving gin and tonics and peanuts.Daenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07433750860424019081noreply@blogger.com