“Do you have an emergency contact?” the lady from Avianca Airlines at the airport in Arequipa asked.
I had to think. And then, sadly realizing how alone I was in this world and that nobody cared, I said “no”, evoking pity from the young woman at the counter as well as the bystanders who had overheard our conversation.
“Nobody?” she asked incredulously.
“No, I can’t think of anyone,” quickly analyzing that if I died, anyone who cared would find out one day and that this would hardly be an urgent matter. If I was only injured, anyone would be clever enough to take me to a hospital, even without instructions.
“I am single,” I tried to lighten the mood with a flirtatious smile. To no avail.
Well, I am really a hermit, justifying the name of my blog. But maybe I will start to provide random names and numbers to avoid this awkward situation.