Best time for taking off.
[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves. T.S.Eliot
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Yet another day
Wake up call at 5:00 a.m., hotel check out with the night guard, drive back to the Airport with a couple of navigation mistakes, running on the highway to be in Nice before 6:00 a.m., rental car return, shuttle to Terminal 1, walk, run, luggage drop, controls, undress and dress again, little shopping for the family, mistakes, breakfast with the hottest cappuccino in the history, undrinkable, boarding call, queue for access to the aircraft and, when you start asking yourself what's all this for, the sun comes out of the sea. This saves the day.
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Saturday, November 25, 2017
A Promising Day
It's 6:50 in the morning and the aircraft were I'm sitting on is taxing to reach the end of the lane for take off. Now that I'm fastened to my window seat, I can really see how the weather is like. When I took my taxi from the hotel in Mougins, ten minutes to five, it was still night. The weather here on the ground, at sea level in Nice, is not really promising. Still, I'm confident that above the clouds things can only get better. In Graz, where I'm flying back, the weather won't be much better. I have to be happy of the hour I'm going to spend over there, some kilometers above.
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Thursday, November 9, 2017
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