I see I didn’t return to this post after my flight. Well, here me are, one month later.
The flight with Lufthansa was very comfortable. The A330’s economy class seat was large enough not to feel as in a sardine box. They gave us food and drinks at a fast pace, and the quality was very good for an airline meal. Wine was excellent, and I had to remember that I drink no longer. Time passed fast. Eight hours are not so long. While being the only one aboard not keeping his seat display switched on, I could read and listen to some music from my iPhone. Shame the engine noise at those back seats.
My window: soon after leaving my town - Ancona, CE Italy - we traveled over a dense curtain of clouds. As I could see during our exchange stop at Munchen, Europe was fighting with bad weather, under the bright sun we were enjoying there up. I saw clouds keeping the shape of islands, mountains, arcane shores. There was an immense sense of calm, while flying in the same direction of that strange sun, during a long day, us alone with some other flying entities.
The clouds curtain opened shortly at dusk, while we were right at the centre of the Atlantic ocean. There, there were lights of fishing ships working in the middle of two continents. When in Halifax, I could see at an antiquarian’s window what the ocean can do to heavy porholes. I understood the fragility of those pioneers sailing so far from any land.
I met Canada at Montreal. A mild encounter, since the kind policement wearing a bullet-proof jacket (evidence of being in America) was speaking French (yes, they speak French in America, but only those few Canadian snobs). So, not yet the shocking meeting with an alien language.
Canada by night: the thin line of majestic city lights when flying over Montreal, Trois Rivières, Cité du Quebec. Then some sparse lights. The great black toward the North. And, finally, the illuminated coastline of Nova Scotia, an island where I’m pleasantly spending my months. Yes, they speak English. My Mediterranean gestuality is helping me a lot to survive, while at the grocery.