I sit back and close my eyes. I can almost see my friends look at each other thinking I’m such an i***t.
* * *
I feel a hand on my face. I open my eyes. Ibrahim is sitting next to me. When he sees me wake up, he laughs and starts talking.
“We are in Riyadh. Are you going to get off your marvelous plane or stay right here?”
I sit up and look out of the window. Amir is ready to go. I quickly unfasten my seatbelt and get up. The pilots grin at me; they must find it funny that I slept through landing.
My cousin gets moving and I follow him.
It is a different world. Easygoing America and simple little Hungary become a distant memory. Their airport is full of advertising billboards, but ours show the decadence of our billionaire lifestyle. There are an indoor fountain and green palm trees
