We heard them long before we saw them: Young, slightly drunk and excited, looking like football fans or tourists. Dressed casually they alternately shouted, heckled and sang bawdry songs. These were not the type of people one expected at Geneva’s airport but here they were.
The passengers in the lounge, waiting for the flight to London, stared at the intruders. Someone giggled nervously, another muttered angrily, but everyone ignored the men, until they began to swear and throw up on the banquettes.
The passengers in the lounge, waiting for the flight to London, stared at the intruders. Someone giggled nervously, another muttered angrily, but everyone ignored the men, until they began to swear and throw up on the banquettes.
