first part
"flying"
I have almost nothing to say in my home country and my friends. Maybe I have lived for many years. Now I am sixty-one years old. If I am not obsessed with me, it will motivate me to travel from one person to the world and find its mystery, and let me alienate another person because I can Finding some trust, there is no self-interest in every corner, and it is my price.
I think a possible hypothesis might be this story - in some cases, so not many, so that the unbelievable story I have to consider: the madness and unfinished description of my imagination, more of me The constructive experience of the mind and its reality may form a daydream or fantasy: from now on, I hope to cancel this point here and now.
From the small concrete airport in Guam [summer 1999], I traveled by boat to all parts of the world to Borobudur, an old Buddhist site in Indonesia, where there are about 2 million volcanic stones. The jet landed in Bali. It was a nervous flight that bothered me. It seemed that I saw a demon from my port window, cloak and everyone, and there was a huge snake on my neck. Have a long body, along the abdomen of the ghost.
The plane I flew from Bali to Java Island was a beautiful old-fashioned pile with four propellers and only two rows of seats, each on the side of the abdomen of the plane, which once or seemed to be filled with some type of supplies. The back seat of the plane was taken out, used for storage on the box, the logo was fragile, on them, and the names of several whiskey brands, I didn't notice it at first, but when I went to the bathroom, I took off. .
Once in the air, the ride was awkward at first; when we passed through some clouds and the surrounding wind, I even held my breath.
When we took off, it was evening, and it was important that the heavy-duty aircraft first landed off the ground, and the color of the twilight penetrated into the darkness and sunlight. I noticed that until the sunset disappeared, I saw a thin mist.
The moon is a dusty orange with a strange cloud, or the shadow of charcoal, as I saw on a flight from Guam to Bali, then when I blinked, then narrowed down to get a second In a gap, it experienced a rapid change, and the moon seemed to be transparent - as if I could see through it.
The air on the plane became stuffy, stuffy, unbearable, just steaming. It seems that the wind I noticed outside the plane has disappeared, and death has disappeared, otherwise we leave it behind us on the plane.
It became so hot at the end of the first hour of flight, I felt as if someone had lit my inner candle, it burned from my stomach to my chest to my throat, it hovered in my lungs Shake. The twelve passengers on the plane with me hope that I am in the same state and experience the same disease.
The pilot and the co-pilot crew consulted, one of them, mainly Indonesian stock, was on the path between the two seats, I think, stretching his feet, of course not looking at us, as if he did not want to deal with complaints. I just turned my head back to the moon, I could see the panorama by chance, or sometimes it was a hunch or illusion of an evil angel or messenger.
To be sure, the appearance of every demon makes me feel acceptable, if not for the possible end of the day, or for the nightmare of wide-eyed eyes at night.
I was upset, which made me unable to sleep. I started to get caught by the loud engine of the plane several times, and it recovered its snoring, a smooth snoring, by a fast and stable revolution. What happened to the propeller, I found that I was not shaking, and the center of the plane was more balanced when I got up and went to the bathroom.
Then the plane threw like a rock hitting the sky, and several rocks hit the plane, sweeping the entire aircraft from the cockpit to the tail. Extreme anger, explosion, coming out from the side of the propeller, it was completely closed, and after a minute, the heavy weight at the back of the plane seemed to drag and pull down the plane, which was amazingly trying to keep itself above the green ocean below us. The tremendous pressure on the three engines is still working, and the frustration at twelve is great.
But what can a miracle save us? ' I ask myself.
Everyone was surprised by the shock of losing the engine.
I found myself, clinging to the seat in front of me, firm, not very difficult, but harsh, because the heat caused some dizziness in my mind.
Under me, I know there is a green ocean, a whirlpool, the current wind pulls the plane down, trying to pull it down, as if the plane was swallowed in a whirlwind, I am hiking this is short, but it The power of the plane slammed from behind.
I expect the pilots to do something to comfort us; their efforts are much faster than the plane. I feel like a sardine, in the comfort of their tin cans. Everyone seems to be a little overwhelmed.
We are now entering the second hour of flight, two and a half hours of flight, we lost speed, the green sea, the tree top, under us, we are too close, sometimes I think close to fifty feet, let us go forward Speed, I think if we crash, the passengers will suffer a lot of damage, of course, me.
Considering the danger behind the plane, considering the danger behind the plane, the violence of the wind, I always believe that about a hundred boxes of whiskey filled with glasses will fly in all directions. In the case of our siege, we may inevitably leave this life here and now in the abdomen of the plane, and then we collapse and do nothing, this hunch is quickly confirmed.
For five minutes, during the flight, the substance in the box - its quantity, flying forward is not too difficult, in the direction of our passengers - 120 bottles of whiskey ignore calculations, flying like a tornado, like a storm Rolling glass is as insignificant as a bottle - glass and bottles, like clubs, the stinky yellow liquid that flies up on every road, without any decisive direction, just broken glass clouds, unstable anger in the abdomen, the plane begins to sink into the green sea . We are all stunned.
When I guessed it, we still had an hour of flight time until we arrived in Yogyakarta. There was no landing before: At this time, we noticed the appearance of the elevated trees again. The lights on the plane were dull in this pretentious green darkness. There is not much evidence in the scale garden, what we see is indeed what we see.
An emotion has stayed in my heart, I don't have a name, it's just there, as if it had hands, squeezes, squeezes, and then tries to invalidate my soul. Except that I didn't have a psychoanalysis, in addition to this, we entered super psychology, and then I got the feeling that there is a key. As my theology and psychological thoughts, the best consideration I can give is the evil existence associated with this flight, the snake girl, the wings like a cloak, the snake on the neck, the one that appears to me - in this Time, three or more times, and will appear several times. I wouldn't tell anyone at the time, my intuition indefinitely, lest I add another origin to this mysterious flight, but nevertheless, a brand new entity is added to my mind and is pulling my soul.
This, even with a hat, clings to her head, covering almost everything, including her ears and neck, but you can see the tip of her ear extending beyond her mask, face, thin, But cute, demonic and cute.
When the plane landed, I thought of my destiny, at least to focus on it, try it, the whole thing, this flight is incomprehensible. As far as I am concerned, everyone seems to be silent, as if they were wrapped in prayer or clarification, contemplation, meditation, essentially, hidden, they don't want to see, explore what is going on, they want to land and go to the hotel, And called it a night, and did whatever they planned to do, once they landed; so they stayed in their private cottages, in their minds.
I spent a few minutes writing a diary about this incident. This flight, I figured out at the time, I didn't have the opportunity to share it with the world. If I delay, I hope someone can find my diary.
When I looked out of the airplane's porthole window, I thought about the opportunity to land safely on the plane, and noticed the structure of the aircraft, how it was built and its general equipment, all of which were negative because it could land . Safe, except in the original destination, she is not what, is a sturdy plane, anyway.
Look at the moon again, or toward the moon, the haze around her, like the shadows of weeds, an aberration, and then the feeling of appearing again in my stomach, the evil woman, flashing insight in the shadows, right The fairy tale of the devil cannot explain the story long ago. She seems to be watching the metal of the plane, its engine, the old material she used, it is very gentle and not suitable for this extreme weather and chaos, it's torture.
This little devil seems to be too curious, sometimes a little devil or an accidental feature, because the plane is still flying, she is distracted by anger. You know this is an old weather, the weather of an airplane, and of course the memories of the past few years, but I mentioned a lovely plane before, very cute, because it is very old and still running.
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Orignal From: Mysterious flight on Java (short story)
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