Such is a destiny of human kind, such is the destiny of life.
The air on the plane was stale, filled with hours of flatulence and clastrophobia, combined with a faint smell of Jack Daniels. People were exhausted and groggy, needlessly agitated and ready to explode. Alas, the atmosphere of a trans-Atlantic flight - never fails to pose a threat to the humanity within us. A small space, a precarious height and an unclear path, that is all that is needed to compose a combastible situation.
Voice came over the intercome, announcing approach to the airport and immediately, as if a layer of gloom has been lifted, the people started the usual course of niceneties and 'Good Mornings' towards their fellow travellers. The irony of it all made me forget the last eight hours of mid-air hell and realize that the view I have been longing to experience was right before my eyes.
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