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THE INSIDE OF THE CRAFT was sleek and modern, the Asto style of design achingly familiar to me. I stepped from the world of my past into the world of my present, waving to my father at the door. I wasn’t sure if he could see me.
While the craft took off, we settled in soft couches and found drinks in the cupboards. I didn’t know why, but I always had the feeling that my team was more subdued when we were on Earth, as if they were afraid to upset old relationships I had with people we met, relationships they didn’t understand.
Laughter and banter filled the cabin. Display sheets with maps came out.
Eirani was in her element preparing drinks. The kitchenette contained a jug with hot water, filters and powder to make manazhu and, not much later, we all had steaming cups of the bitter an
