The same familiar airplane surroundings, the screen now tells me I am over Göteborg, my home town. What bothers me is not the effort I spent the last two days to get to Stockholm via my parents house just to be back so suddenly; neither is it the rather soggy excuse of a sandwich they have provided me with. No, what bothers me is why they provided a packet of skimmed milk, some sugar and a small – in lack of a better word – spoon with my sandwich. What also bothers me is why they decided to make a small hole in the spoon. I cannot help to think that a crafty person, say Tv’s McGuyver, would be able to use these seemingly random condiments to create some kind of perfunctory weapon. I however shall make coffee with milk and sugar albeit without the coffee.