In my business trips, the preferred method is certainly the car. It allows me freedom of movement, freedom of movement and pleasure to be able to stop when I feel the need or are attracted by some scene that moves me.
But ... I would like to move quickly if there were no planes, these enormous yet elegant steel birds. A journey of 900 miles and I am at your destination, nellostesso time, for example, use to eat my morning run.
confess a fear of flying never leaves me completely, but the practical motivations have always prevailed, and once lying on the seats, not always comfortable, to say the truth, the aircraft, leave any hesitation to be consumed in the engine noise that heat, and that is becoming increasingly acute during takeoff. Buckle up, take one of the books, which never fail in my travels and relax.
The evening shadows envelop everything now, the window reminds me of flashes of light that fade in the ranges reds, yellows and orange. The aircraft is tense in the final effort of the engines roaring mad and arrogant; below me slowly unfold as irregular grains of emerald, beads of bright green lights more and more blurred.
ears now capped by the pressure difference, I refer muffled sounds, indistinct voices and soften even the angry noise of the turbines in action.
Despite my knowledge of physics beyond me never to get up in the air of the possibilities of these heavy flying machines, remains a miracle to me inexplicable and to paraphrase someone, I tell myself all the time "yet flies
Flying ... the dream of every man since the dawn of his existence on earth, and how nice it is.
you fall away from the asphalt of the track and worn books in the air and when you arrive at the cruise feel like a feeling of stillness, suspended in nothingness, while time expands beyond. Free your mind, I immerse myself in reading and live my journey without time limits, according to invent plots and living lives ever lived.
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