I sit near the old Antonov An-2 and gaze at the heaven pinned on the firm and welcoming earth like a thief on a cross in the ancient Roman Empire:
You are sick, aren’t you?! asked a somewhat amused voice, whose face is lost in the flashing sunlight coming from above.
Yes. I am!
And when you think that I was foolishly asking the ”poor” man accompanying us in flight if everything was good with him, while houses, streets, green and yellow fields seemed to run like crazy underneath us.
I look intensely, I look through the lens … I try to ”steal” as much as I can from world revealed at our feet, I force my eye to hold in as much as possible; fields, lines, people and living creatures… a whole universe unveiled to me all of a sudden tanks to the old Russian biplane Antonov An-2; an amazing world rarely seen and admired by most of the people.
And a child, with his hands turned into spyglass, looking fascinated at the old massive Antonov An-2 biplane … I travel back in time, when I used to stare at the planes flying high in the sky … only today it is me who is traveling by plane starring at the child, at the multi color ground beneath us.
Everything seems to move slower, the engine of the Antonov An-2 is purring somewhere in the distance. Suddenly the camera feels so heavy…. my body is no longer listening.
I retreat slowly, heavily at the back of the Antonov An-2 plane. More air, cool air. I sit down, waiting for eternity.
The landing … smooth, quiet as if the old Antonov An-2 was careful not to shake my already tormented body…
Then the silence, the thoughts … and images that now seem so far away and a quiet Antonov An-2.