I am sitting in the airport waiting for my connecting flight to Boston. Not just any airport. Not Paris or London or Frankfurt as usual. Today it is Madrid. I am here 24 hours after the disaster. I have never booked via Madrid before. And when I saw the pictures yesterday the idea of going there the next day felt very strange. So felt the landing, and so will feel the takoff later. My flights is two hours delayed and while normally I wouldn´t bother, it makes me nervous, although I know it is just because the incoming flight is late. No signs in or outside the airport of what they have been going through yesterday, except the newspaper photos and headlines in all languages. Somehow I imagine behind everybody´s mind thoughts and concerns. Being "close" to an incident like this reminds me of getting my priorities in life right and the preciousness of every moment.