Miami Airport
I longed for sunshine and for Katarina. It had rained almost continuously since the start of my journey. Everywhere.
I decided to take the bull by the horns, and at Zurich airport I booked a ticket to Miami. Many years ago, Katarina's family had also emigrated there.
My sole companion crossing the great pond was a plastic carrier bag with a few belongings. When I checked in, the Swissair attendant looked incredulous when I showed her my luggage.
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From Miami I drove my rented car along the Alligator Highway, making for Naples, a small town on the Gulf of Mexico.
Shortly before reaching my destination I switched on the radio. Suddenly "Soul of the Tango" was interrupted by a weather forecast:
"Attention! This is a tornado warning. A tornado is expected shortly north of Naples." That was all I needed. I turned in to the first hotel I saw, and decided to spend the night there. In my room, I watched the weather channel with great interest.
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Tango and tornadoes! I wish Katarina were here: I would fly with her on the tornado to Buenos Aires and tango through the blue night.
