I managed to sleep. Two hours of relatively quiet sleep under a warm blanket. I don't know who took care of me, but it was warm and cozy. Still, no matter how comfortable the flight, the feeling that you are moving even in the air is present. It was possible to lie down on the couch, but I deliberately chose a chair, unfolding the footstool and leaning back the back of the chair. Through my sleep I heard the sound of an incoming SMS, but, to be honest, I wanted to sleep so much that there was no desire to see who wrote what.

Raising my hand to my face...