The uproar over TSA and its new scans was the least of our problems as my group of 12 struggled to make it to Gdansk, Poland. After arriving at D/FW, we were told that the airport in Frankfort, Germany, that we were flying into was closed and we would be delayed. However, we actually ended up leaving on time, a good sign, or so I thought.
After a close to 11-hour flight, we arrived 2 hours late into Germany due to unforseen weather conditions, and when we finally landed we were informed that our connecting flight to Gdansk had been cancelled.
The Frankfort ariport cancelled more than 600 flights, and all of the displaced people were forced to stand in a line that emcompassed the entire building. Five hours. Finally after the most exhausting five hours we arrived at the ticket counter, where they told us that the best they could do was put all 12 of us on standby for the 5 p.m. flight. While this was better than nothing, what are the chances of all 12 of us getting off the waiting list?
A miracle happened; we all got seats on the plane. Unfortunately, the 5 p.m. flight did not take off. The weather was too bad and the plane we were supposed to be on could not leave Gdansk to come pick us up. But at 10:15 p.m. exactly 12 hours after our first flight to Gdansk was scheduled to takeoff, our actual flight began rolling down the runway.
31 hours of traveling, and a group of 12 exhausted people, but we had made it to Poland and in four short hours were about to begin our journey through the German concentration and extermination camps on Polish soil. First stop: Stutthof.