I smiled and Mr. Lund looked at me, he was an extremely nice man and especially a gentleman.

- She has white hair," I said, "so that's a point for her old age.

- Good point," said Mr. Lund, "I'll let you know," he winked.

He started to write and then got up from his place, I went to what was my temporary room to get my suitcase. On the way out I saw that he was carrying two suitcases and a trunk bag.

- Shall we go?

I nodded and when he wanted to help me with my suitcase I didn't accept, not even that he had a third arm to carry it. We got in his car and headed to the airport where we went to the highway, he handed over some papers and turned around to wait for me.

- Let's go - he told me - I have a jet to be more comfortable.

I was surprised, although I didn't even know why, just by looking at the house he has, it is normal that he owns a private jet to travel to all corners of the world.

Upon entering the jet we were greeted by an extremely friendly flight attendant, we took off and