Mr pilot sir" he says and I scoff, is he for real? "With due respect," he continues , "You will please turn the plane around immediately or someone will die, this is a hijacking." Moses' bones", I think to myself, "I'm going to die" ... A small plane. A Hijacker. 5 people. Nothing is ever as it seems. No one has a name. No identity. Nothing is sure. Not even reality. Completed 14/10/2017