And then she got to Heathrow, and she had a little time to spare before her final leg, so she thought up another funny little acerbic joke: [Going to Africa. Hope I don't get AIDS. Just kidding. I'm white!] And she chuckled to herself, pressed send, got on the plane, got no replies, turned off her phone, fell asleep, woke up 11 hours later, turned on her phone while the plane was taxiing on the runway, and straightaway there was a message from somebody that she hadn't spoken to since high school, that said, "I am so sorry to see what's happening to you."
Me pas mberriti ne Heathrow dhe kishte pak kohe te lire para ndaleses se saj te fundit dhe mendoi nje shaka tjeter te hidhur dhe gazmore: [Duke shkuar ne Afrike. Shpresoj mos te marr AIDS. Bej shaka. Jam e bardhe!] Dhe nenqeshi me vete, shtypi "dergo", hipi ne avion, nuk mori asnje pergjigje, fiku telefonin, ra ne gjume, u zgjua pas 11 oresh, ndezi telefonin nderkohe  qe avioni po zbriste ne piste dhe menjehere kishte nje mesazh nga dikush me te cilin nuk kishte folur qe prej gjimnazit, qe thoshte, "me vjen keq  te shoh se cfare po te ndodh."