I landed at Vienna International Airport like a human suitcase that had been drop-kicked across two continents. My head was pounding, my knees were clicking like a pair of castanets, and my flip phone—yes, I’m still rocking a flip phone—was flashing low battery as if it were personally offended I’d dragged it halfway around the world.
Customs was a blur.…
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