It was the vacation three years ago, while traveling to California for his uncle.
flew from Warsaw, and after ten hours of flight I had to change trains in Chicago, where you exit the plane totally did not know where I go and where to refer. It was a big airport, there was a lot of people and I was trying to come to terms with what people did not give any results. After a few hours after the shooting at the airport asked me out some Polish stewardess and helped me to refer to the information point from which I could call and tell my uncle about the delay. I flew the next plane, and everything ended well. I have never felt so embarrassed.