Keep your eyes closed!

I’d like to say that I open my eyes once we are in the air. I don’t. I wish I was more relaxed but I sit, hands claw-like and clenched around the armrests and eyes firmly closed.

“Max,” I hear Conor say at one point. “She is hurting the seat.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he says, but I try to relax. I try to.

When Colin informs us that he can see the WHO building I’m filled with relief. Of course that quickly gives way to terror as the helicopter starts to drop.

“Bitsy, we will be fine,” Max says, taking hold of my hand. I grip him and hold on as if he is my only lifeline.

As I feel the push of the ground I let out a sigh. I wonder how long I’ve been holding my breath. My head is a little dizzy so it could have been…