10.05.01 :: 10:45 am
Yesterday, she was telling me that one of the flights she was working on got hijacked by terrorists. They diverted to Rome to refuel because the hijackers wanted to go to Egypt and there, on the ground, the police and military were waiting for them.
Nobdoy got hurt.
My mother said she exited the airplane, brushed her hair, and went to a nearby hotel for drinks and a couple of tranquilizers.
That was the first time I'd ever heard that story.