It was a 12 hour red-eye flight...

... and I had just spent 3 hours sleeping at the crew bunk. I don't know about you, but I need some minutes to properly function at night when I'm sleeping and I'm suddenly woken up. I went to my galley to retouch my make-up and hair. And standing between the galley and the lavatories was a young man (he should be on his mid-twenties). He started to talk to me and, on my sleepy modus, I only understood he was asking something about a window. I asked again and then understood. He was asking if there was a window nearby where he could look out. I said no, only in the cabin. I needed to go to the toilet and as I didn't know if he was waiting too, I asked:
- "Do you want to go to the lavatory?"
- "Why? Are there windows?"
Oh my God - I couldn't contain myself and had to laugh so damn hard. He had this inocent expression, and you could see how, for a brief moment, he fullfield himself with hope of finally finding a window.
I didn't want to sound rude and excused myself from laughing (jeez, really, I just couldn't help myself). The thing is, he asking for a window wasn't the only thing odd, but also the fact that we were flying over the Atlantic Ocean and it was pitch dark outside, it was like 3 o'clock in the morning!!!
I tried to find a solution for him, so I opened our isolation blanket that was covering the outside door and through the little window he finally got to look outside. Then said:
- "Oh you're right, one can't see anything out there".