I could just make out from our conversation at the dinner table that JM had so far enjoyed the conference in Sweden, although his girlfriend had not found it quite so interesting. After the meal one of the organisers asked if I would be willing to run a workshop at short notice. I agreed to do so.
I following directions to the second floor room where my break-out session would take place. The individual steps on the staircase were so steep that I gave up on them for the escalator. The escalator was absolutely packed with people (also avoiding the stairs) and therefore dangerous. An accident was inevitable.
A young woman tripped and caught her hair in the teeth of the moving staircase. None of us could find the emergency stop button. Amongst those who listened with horror to the woman’s agonising screams was her mother.