If I have to choose between in or out, I suppose I’m out. I can’t envision how I could free myself from my acupuncture practice for the days—weeks, even—required to travel to Brazil, locate our lost friend Eve, and bring her and her family back to the United States.
I did investigate how Levi and I could get there. Airline pilots, air traffic controllers, and baggage handlers died off in the SUCs just like everyone else. So countries have fewer airports in operation, and where there are still airports, fewer flights. The flights that remain are less safe than before, as you might expect with fewer mechanics.
In the northeastern part of Brazil where Eve was—and hopefully still is—the Salvador airport and the Natal airport no longer run commercial flights. The Recife airport is operating, though. Natal is nearer to the beach town of Pipa, our last known address for Eve, but Recife puts us within a couple hour drive.
Assuming there’s still a road.
Jill Riddell is a writer in Chicago. She teaches at the School of the Art Institute and has a weakness for nature, magic, and pennies abandoned in sidewalk cracks.