I like to travel, read, write, dance and pretend. At the moment I am suffering an insufferable phase of self-aggrandizement, premature maturity and lack of wit.
If you think you can help me out of this funk, write me at idaman.z@gmail.com
So, how can I put this in words without being too offhand or too dramatic? Ah, fuck. Here goes.
I was almost wiped out of existence tonight, and in no less dramatic a way than by a plane crash. The plane had mechanical problems right from the beginning, but we took off anyway, and thirty minutes into the flight it started to make suspicious noises and shook. I wasn't too worried when the pilot announced that we were turning back, and will be making an abnormal landing. When he made another announcement 30 minutes later saying we were making an EMERGENCY landing, and might be evacuating the plane due to obstinate landing gears that refused to emerge from their hiding, that's when I went, oh fuck.
I won't lie. I was nervous. The plane shook. People were crying. My knuckles were white from gripping the handrests of my seat. There was a point when the plane dipped, and I felt like I was free falling for half a minute, and I thought, god, if you are out there, let my family know I love them.
I was nervous, but I didn't panic. I am somewhat surprised at how calm I was, considering the very real risk we faced. I guess now I know how I'll face death, eh? Fatalistic calm with a dash of nervousness, with a swirl of bravado for the audience? Fantastic combination, I must say.
The journey has to go on. I am booked for another flight tomorrow. Aih. Well, onwards, I guess.
