We sit in the plane, 10 minutes before the take-off. A 8-year-old girl is sitting behind me and is already sitting in a chair. I betrayed my inner social-phobic penguin and, turning around, polently asked me not to do so. Her mother transmitted this thought to the girl:

- Katyusha, don't pin the chair, you bother people

– not... to pin?! to

No need to pin.

But how do I fly then?! to



She didn’t bother me anymore, but the whispering “I can’t... How can I sit then?” She accompanied us until we took off and she didn’t get distracted from her existential questions :)