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Congo, back and forth

My job here is very different than what I used to do when I got out of the flying school. Now all I do is transporting crap. Well, sometimes I charge useful stuff, and once in a while I fly with humans, but rarely.

Most of the times I bring from one industrial town to another pieces of furniture, lamps, electronic stuff for the house, and sometimes I barely know what I am carrying on my plane.

When I was younger, I thought the only reasonable thing one could do if he could fly, was transporting useful, fundamental goods - like food, or water – to the people who needed it. So I enrolled in a little NGO and started working with them. I used to fly to Congo, the plane stuffed with sanitary equipment for the hospitals, for a couple of months I even did that for three times a week. It was tiring and I didn’t really get any retribution out of it, but it felt like I did. That was the last thing I have truly believed in, before I met the Eurasian movement. Now that I am so involved in the movement, it feels like going back to those days when I used to fly back and forth from Congo three times a week.



People like going to airports. They like the long-term car parks, the check-ins, the duty-frees, showing their passports. They can pretend they're someone else.


Travels in general. Is it a kind of confidence trick? The same hotels, the same marinas, car-rental firms.
You might as well stay home and watch it on television.


Let me off the plane!

Once I had this quite scary experience during a flight. It was by the time I was still doing passengers’ private flights, and I was taking some wealthy American tourists from Rio de Janeiro to Buenos Aires. The weather conditions were not great but nothing I hadn’t experienced already a billion times. There was this really nice family on board, something like six children, all blond and chubby, and they were watching out of the windows and the husband was making jokes, when the woman just started having troubles breathing, and the girl of the crew who was supposed to help her was at the toilet, and the woman kept on shouting, and she just came to me and said I had to stop the plane because she felt like shit. “Well, I can’t really stop the plane, madam”, I said. But she was totally freaking out and she kept yelling that she wanted to get off the plane…! One of my pilot friends, Frank, told me a story like this once, and I couldn’t help laughing, but when it happens to you, man, it is scary. She was having a panic attack just in front of me and I had to maintain the control of the plane…then finally the husband came, calmed her down, and the hostess, who had spent like a year at the bathroom, gave her a pill and she fell asleep.
A good story to tell friends, an absurd story under my belt.


It’s really difficult to talk to people about the movement. I was on the Cessna with the copilot, this guy from Poland, and we had a long flight from New York to Kiev, and I thought: why not? I’ll talk to him about what I believe in, he might be one of ours. And it turned out not only he was not, but he was very limited and didn’t understand the importance of all I believe in.
Just another middle class opinionated man who declares himself against every ideology.

The Copilot

"I am the copilot. I sit on the right.
It's up to me to be quick and bright;
I never talk back for I have regrets,
But I have to remember what the Captain forgets.

I make out the Flight Plan and study the weather,
Pull up the gear, stand by to feather;
Make out the mail forms and do the reporting,
And fly the old crate while the Captain is courting.

I take the readings, adjust the power,
Put on the heaters when we're in a shower;
Tell him where we are on the darkest night,
And do all the bookwork without any light.

I call for my Captain and buy him cokes;
I always laugh at his corny jokes,
And once in awhile when his landings are rusty
I always come through with, "By gosh it's gusty!"

All in all I'm a general stooge,
As I sit on the right of the man I call "Scrooge";
I guess you think that is past understanding,
But maybe some day he will give me a landing."

Keith Murray



blood-letting exercise

Korean airlines shot down by Russians was a terrible tragedy; but should we go to war and destroy the world? No. I think all nations could turns shooting down rival airlines once a month as blood-letting exercise to avoid total annihilation...


People say one thing and do another. We find this in politics, business, sex, and in every part of our life.