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It was a Dan Air Boeing 727. It felt old and out of date even
then. I was about seven years of age. It was a small, cramped
aircraft, and I distinctly remember liking the food we were
provided with. I can’t remember what it was we ate. I es-
pecially liked the turbulence as we started our descent and
the view from my small window. It was a night flight and
everything was lit up below—even when we crossed the sea
it was easy to spot the faint light from the lone ships 30,000
feet below. As a surprise my father had arranged a quick
visit into the cockpit for me. I was elated. When the stew-
ardess eventually ushered me in I was amazed to find the
pilot and co-pilot casually chatting to each other like they
were in the pub, or waiting at the bus stop or something.
I remember thinking that I had been transported into the
future. I remember thinking that everything below us, as I
looked out of the cockpit’s windows, was magical, trans-
formed, beyond my ordinary imagination. When the pilot
allowed me to sit in his chair, seeing the entire world below
me, I remember something seeping into me that I had never
felt before: importance. I felt powerful. I felt like I could
control the world.
I arrived at the bench around ten a.m. The rain had abated
a little. An old man was sitting on it. He was positioned