After a restless two-hour night, I get my stuff and set off. The ghost town bides me farewell in the distance with its trembling lights. I walk the road in long strides with a light heart and a heavy sack.
I walk an empty road, in the company of a smirking moon and the occasional cricket song. I walk alone.
And thus it was that in the middle of the night I made my way to Barajas Airport.
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