Pazzo — Aeroporto Madrid

As he buckled his seatbelt, he looked out the window at the sleeping airport lights. He knew, with absolute certainty, that no one would ever believe him.

He didn't know how. He didn't know why. But suddenly, he was doing a sevillana with a Finnish woman who had a parrot on her shoulder. The German businessman was clicking his heels. The nuns were clapping. Even the Hello Kitty suitcase had sprouted little paper legs and was doing the robot. aeroporto madrid pazzo

"You are pazzo," Marco said.

But Madrid-Barajas was pazzo . And for one night, so was he. As he buckled his seatbelt, he looked out