I boarded the KLM evening plane from Vienna to Amsterdam. I was exhausted but very happy that I got the last aisle seat in the very back of the plane. I had hoped to get some rest after three tiring, yet satisfying days in Austria’s beautiful capital. Apart from being tired, I was a bit worked up; I had met this young lady in a Vienna bar and had made quite an impression on me. Nothing happened: but at a certain moment la...