Anyway, we liked it.

Hours later the luggage shows up. The stuff coming in from various planes is mixed up like hell. Funny. Like every year these "organized travellers" hurry around in dispair, talking about bad organization. They gasp for air, run back and forth, building up their suitcase mountains and finally end up weeping in the arms of a nurse or tour guide. We enjoy the show. It's only Heraklion Airport, nothing more or less. To our delight we are able to hide the sign saying

by sitting on skillfully selected seats. What is left in the end is our luggage. Guitar OK, backpack broken. We know this.

That's life.