Saved by an Air Europa assistant

When I arrived at Ezeiza, very innocently, I went to look for my flight info (Air Europe to Madrid) in the announcements board and I didn’t find it. I knew something was wrong because flights that had to take off later were announced. I went to the Air Europe desk and literally my blood pressure went down when I saw the departure time: 08.15 pm. WHAT? Impossible, I thought (my original time was 2.30 pm). But it was true. My first reaction was to cry desperately and desolately. In my mind I counted up the flying hours and it was clear that I wouldn’t be able to take the connection with Qatar Airways (which would take me to Bangladesh). I desperately called my cousin, who had made the connection and to make things worse, he told me that from Madrid there were no flights till NEXT FRIDAY! More tears.
Finally someone listened to me at the desk. I think the Air Europe boy felt sorry for me and went inside to look for a solution for my plight. He took his time… so I kept crying and cursing my bad luck.
After a while, I was invited to go into their offices. A very nice girl, in her uniform of Air Europe, sat with me: Dafne… my new savior. When she saw my situation (35 hours of flight; 24 flight and 11 hours in between) she couldn’t do anything but help me. She started writing strange codes on the monitor in front of her. She found a way so that I would fly to Europe through Paris. She got a seat for me on an Air France flight that very afternoon. Once in Paris y would make a connection with my flight to Bangladesh. I would be arriving according to the plan. Dafne: I’m so grateful! I believe everyone will agree with me, I was very lucky.
According to my mum, trips that start with your left foot, are the best. I hope she’s right!