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Fear of Flying


I, I was not afraid of flying.
Then, suddenly, I got .
And yes I have taken many in my life, airplanes.
So this time I left, with the fear of ' air.

Then I realized that maybe I'm not afraid of the plane.
However, for the first time, I analyzed the flight.

I had the feeling of fish in the aquarium. The
rituals. The hostess they do their ballet explaining the security measures that no one listens, or even if the listener, if something were to actually happen, will never have the nerve to start thinking or remembering what to do. The

run, take-off, noises. The stomach ache. The city that goes away, more and more.
Then nothing. Under the null, stability. That seems to be on a bus or a train .

If you think that you are flying, but you seem to be on a stupid train, it's amazing.
That you're thousands of feet above the ground. that there is quiet, a microcosm of the seats, and voices from the speaker, sodas, and smiles of courtesy. But you are flying .

When we took off, the return, the city was covered by clouds.
All morning, the sky was dark, dark.
Then we lifted off, and had the city from another aspect.
After the clouds, while we got up more and more, the sky was clear.
there is a ray of sunshine lit up the face.

So, I felt happy.