After 2 hours of sleep, the alarm clock is ringing. It's still night, 3 a.m. to be precise. My heart is happy, my body is tired, but I'm starting to wake up and slowly I realize: oh my God, we're flying to New York! I almost didn't fit on the airport shuttle bus, I had the feeling, as if I had been on my way home from a university party. With Norbert at 5 am at the airport we even had that kind of McDonald’s food that gave me this flashback. It was a different feeling, though