‘How long have you been an air hostess?’ he asked.
She smiled. ‘Three month, sir,’ she said.
‘Do you like it?’
‘Yes, I love it. It’s very exciting.’ She smiled nervously.
‘Will that be all, sir?’
‘Yes, thank you.’
‘Have a nice flight.’
He drank the coffee and started to read his newspaper. When Harald woke up, Carl showed him a page in the paper.
‘Look. There you are,’ he said. He pointed to a picture. In the middle of the picture stood Carl himself – a short thin man with grey hair, wearing a suit. Behind him, on the left, was Harald – a tall, strong, young man, like a sportsman. Both men were smiling. ‘That’s you and me, outside the Embassy,’ said Carl. ‘We’re in the news again. You can show it to your sons. You’re a famous man, Harald!’
Harald laughed. ‘You’re the famous man, sir, not me,’ he said. ‘I’m just a police officer. It’s my job to take care of you. That’s a photo of you, not me.’
