Europe Trip – 65,000 feet of Stress
December 27, 2004.
Three different check-in counters later, two cigarettes, terminal A, three telephone calls, one burger, a quick “hello” to an old friend that I found at the terminal, two on board movies, an hour and some-time of sleep, and seven and a half “freaking” hours of listening to two “teen gringos de “mierda…” here I am. 65,000 feet above the earth, in between a one and a half feet of space, sandwiched by plastic, uncomfortable airplane seats. I’m about to scream for the twelfth time …
“SHUT UP!!”.
“Flying coach for more than five hours can accelerate the aging process or even worsen your mental health.”
They should have a sign next to the check-in counter where you buy airplane tickets. In the same way cigarrettes are advertised as – “smokers die young” – in the european cigarrettes packs, likewise it should be advertised that flying at high speeds and in coach class will aged you.
No, no, time doesn’t expand when you are traveling a high speed like Einstein’s special relativity theory establishes, you just consume your life and die!!
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I guess I need to relax since they are a few more flying hours ahead of me. I still need to take another airplane and then several trains to arrive to my final destination, Santiago de Compostela.
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Yes, I have seen it all in this flight; the snorer, the sleepy woman, the screaming baby, the crying baby, the baby crawling in the middle of the narrow halway that I almost stepped on when I was going to the bathroom. Yes, he was crawling by himself through the airplane like a little bug in the middle of a busy Manhattan’s sidewalk. Where are the parents? I wonder … Mmmh, perhaps the sleepy woman next to the snorer guy. Funny? Ironic? whatever. While in my uncomfortable seat I decided to put the book away and watch a movie. I have never seing this movie. It looks interesting … – I thought – what da’ ?? Of course there is a little girl seated in the front row right under the movie screen that suddenly decided jump up and down in front of the screen … beautiful, just beautiful. So you are probably thinking “You have forgotten something that always happens in an airplane” … no, i haven’t; the baby smelling like shit for the last four hours. Is it that the parents’ noses are completly inmume or they just don’t give a shit anymore (ironic, how the english language works).
- Give me the freaking diaper and I change him myself !! -
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