Har ni sett? Det har jag. The airport in Abu Dhabi was fabulous. We had no idea what the currency was, I just paid, had salad for breakfast and threw it up on the next plane. And here my lucky strike ends. But thanks to this unfortunate incident I met a guy from Australia who speaks Swedish, knows what Swedish speaking Finns are, lives in London and speaks Indonesian. Excellent! (Moreover he figured as an impeccable nurse, looking after a stranger girl  in a most disjointed state.)