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Ece's flight to Lisbon was delayed by three hours, and she knew at once that she would miss her connection.
She hurried to the transfer desk, where a long queue had already formed.
Everyone around her looked tired and annoyed, and a baby was crying somewhere behind her.
When her turn finally came, the clerk typed for a long time without looking up.
"The next flight with free seats leaves tomorrow morning," she announced.
Ece felt her stomach sink, because her friend's wedding started that evening.
Beside her, an elderly man in a grey coat cleared his throat.
"There is a night train from Madrid," he said gently. "If you reach Madrid in time, you could be in Lisbon by dawn."
He had travelled that route for thirty years, and he knew every timetable by heart.
Ece hesitated; it was a complicated plan, and she would miss the ceremony anyway.
Still, she would at least arrive for the party, and that seemed better than waiting in a cold terminal.
She thanked the man, booked a seat on the next plane to Madrid and ran to the gate.
Eight hours later, she watched the sunrise from a train window, holding a paper cup of coffee.
She reached Lisbon just in time for the wedding breakfast, tired and wearing yesterday's dress.
Later, she realised that the delay had given her something unexpected: a story she would tell for years.