Sudden letdown for returning passenger

RECENTLY I returned to Cork from Prague, a city that had been behind the Iron Curtain. I got on a plane on an airbridge towing my wheeled carry-on, like most passengers.

In Cork, despite the Celtic Tiger, I had to walk down a flight of steps, cross the tarmac in the rain and then climb two flights of stairs to the unloading level. Cork’s airbridges laid dormant.

Which was the Third World country? In Prague, they had company logos on the air bridges to help pay for them.