Stories of an aviator
Stories of an aviator
An African country at the end of the last century. The trip would be short, about thirty minutes more or less.
When I got on the small plane, I couldn't help but gasp in amazement. I had already traveled in "First Class", "Business Class", "Economy Class" but never in "Garden Class". I wasn't going to miss this opportunity and sat down in one of the delicious wicker chairs with matching cushions that were provided to me.
No, they were not tied to the floor nor did they have seat belts. safety. Who would do that to such graceful garden furniture?
I can't imagine how my cushioned chair would behave in the event of turbulence or a problematic landing, but who thinks about these things when preparing to spend a weekend in a paradise?
Yes, I really liked it but it didn't seem like a good idea to repeat it.
Jose Correia Guedes
