“You have my ticket and passport, right?” I say to Ismail who has been busy with his phone since we got into the car.

“Yes, I have it,” he says, not taking his eyes off his phone.

“Alright and are we stopping for breakfast on our way?” I ask feeling very hungry.

“You can have something to eat on the plane, we don’t need to stop.”

“We have to stop and get something for me. Do you want me to starve before we get to… where are we going first again?” I say holding my stomach.

“You won’t starve, and we are going to Greece first.”

“I can’t wait to...