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He had no news of Zero, nor of the other
characters he met on his long journey. After the disappointment and
sadness of the following days, he had to take back his life.
Sometimes, when he woke up in the morning, he was puzzled, thinking
it was almost a dream. But Little Soul stood there reminding him as
if they had situations actually happened beyond all logic as well as
the people he had promised assistance to. Instead, he was the one
who failed and, for this reason, was expelled.
In Zero’s words, there was a guilty verdict for not having had faith. But crossing an immense ocean with the opposite wind on a small plane suitable for touring flight was madness. Anyone in his place would have had the same legitimate sense of fear. To win it, the previous experiences were not enough, nor was Zero’s smiling and relaxed face. There were stormy waves waiting for him and the fear of dying had prevailed.
For days on end, he sat in his chair next to his flight path—unable to start over and give a new meaning to his life. Even at night the thought continued to return to the strange journeys and the people he met.
He didn’t know when he started living again. He did it progressively. The thought was gradually diverted toward more concrete actions. The memories became more and more enveloped by the fantasy taking on the typical impression of dreams. He started mowing the grass on the track, cleaning the hangar, parking and driveway.
Only sometimes, while he was on board of Little Soul, alone or with some customers, he would unnecessarily check whether the wind was pushing him toward a planned destination. Like that afternoon when, for the periodic check on the stability of the plane, he was in front of a storm. He avoided the natural instinct to deviate and let himself be transported inside. The gesture was both defeated and destructive. He was forced to land in a cornfield and, in addition to being transported to the airfield, he was forced to pay for the damage to the farmer.
From that day on, he vowed never to tempt fate again and considered his adventure finally over.
In Zero’s words, there was a guilty verdict for not having had faith. But crossing an immense ocean with the opposite wind on a small plane suitable for touring flight was madness. Anyone in his place would have had the same legitimate sense of fear. To win it, the previous experiences were not enough, nor was Zero’s smiling and relaxed face. There were stormy waves waiting for him and the fear of dying had prevailed.
For days on end, he sat in his chair next to his flight path—unable to start over and give a new meaning to his life. Even at night the thought continued to return to the strange journeys and the people he met.
He didn’t know when he started living again. He did it progressively. The thought was gradually diverted toward more concrete actions. The memories became more and more enveloped by the fantasy taking on the typical impression of dreams. He started mowing the grass on the track, cleaning the hangar, parking and driveway.
Only sometimes, while he was on board of Little Soul, alone or with some customers, he would unnecessarily check whether the wind was pushing him toward a planned destination. Like that afternoon when, for the periodic check on the stability of the plane, he was in front of a storm. He avoided the natural instinct to deviate and let himself be transported inside. The gesture was both defeated and destructive. He was forced to land in a cornfield and, in addition to being transported to the airfield, he was forced to pay for the damage to the farmer.
From that day on, he vowed never to tempt fate again and considered his adventure finally over.
Alex - Incipit
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