Chronicle of my flight to Europe

When the wheels of the aircraft lifted and stopped touching the soil of Latin America, I knew that an essential a part of me was being left behind. For the primary time I noticed the shores of the Atlantic washed by waves that appeared to wave a goodbye.
Within the darkness of the evening, a carpet of amber diamonds draw orderly streets and avenues as I fly over cities of Peru, Ecuador, Colombia, Brazil, Venezuela.

When all the pieces went utterly darkish, I knew that Latin America had been left behind and it might be a very long time earlier than I walked on its lands once more.

The flight attendants seem on the aircraft, lastly serving snacks and drinks. Passengers are at their mercy as a result of nobody can convey meals and each time they cross with one thing to eat it looks as if a celebration. The banality of the dutty free baths me with their scent of fragrance.
I’m a VIP of the world.

Even so, the journey turns into heavy and exhausting. They’re greater than fifteen hours of flight of which I solely handle to sleep two. Lastly the evening begins to show into day. We’re flying towards the clock, and what ought to have been my breakfast grew to become my lunch. Touring by means of the meridian of time made seven hours disappear from my life.

I’m on an infinite carpet of white clouds.


I lastly see a brand new wave of waves however this time they wave a welcome. They’re the shores of Holland. I used to be amazed on the perfection of its format, so extremely inexperienced that they appeared like hand-painted fields. Amongst them dream homes across the lakes with double water roofs, non-public piers, electrical trains, and large mills that present clear vitality to the whole area. Inexperienced as a business for milk, as a soccer subject, as a background for Home windows, like these issues that appear like a lie, solely actually.

The morning turns chilly and cloudy, a bit rain falls by means of the window of the aircraft and I handle to movie the touchdown:

Upon arriving on the Amsterdam airport, I discuss to some folks in English, after which I’ve my visa stamped. The standard x-ray tunnels the place all of the metals should be eliminated. Fortunately I proceed my journey with out setbacks.

Instantly afterwards I take one other flight to Vienna, Austria. This time on a smaller aircraft. The day continues to be chilly, the sky cloudy, however that doesn’t make it ugly, quite the opposite fascinating … as if one thing have been going to occur within the sky.
The wheels are rising over the continent once more, and I benefit from the European panorama from above. A number of hundred clouds later I start to land on a panorama not very completely different from the earlier one, which lastly leaves me on strong floor.

Not like different airports, right here I am going immediately down the steps of the aircraft to the parking runway, as a substitute of going by means of closed sleeves. I really feel the Vienna air ruining my hair. I descend warmly down the aircraft stairs carrying my guitar whereas the wind ruffles my hair. I instructed you, I’m a VIP of the world. Just like the Beatles.

It is round 8pm though my instincts and the sky make me really feel extra like 3pm. However that doesn’t matter to the meridian, is the time it’s.

I’ve arrived in Europe.


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