My travel to Koh Pha Ngan island in the Gulf of Thailand has just begun. It started well: I got a vacant right row on the plane. All three seats to myself! The next sixteen hours I will spend sitting on my ass, so having two empty seats next to me feels like extra comfort. Aside from an utilitarian function of a possible bed it’s also an empty space, which means air, and I need some air. The feeling of getting lucky at the very beginning of a journey is a bit unnerving: unconsciously superstitious, now I am afraid of luck to run away when I’ll need it most. Not that I believe in luck, of course. But having a bit of it won’t hurt.