the last thing i need on a summer's day is to wake up to the news of a plane crash. then between people texting me to say happy birthday, i find myself scanning through the debris of a crashed aircraft, trying to get my math right on the number of people injured and the number belonging to a certain nationality.
mornings of plane crashes begin with me jumping out of bed, and literally, straight on to the laptop and punching URGENT words about an ill-fated flight. then hours and hours will pass while i sit here, forgetting i haven't had a single cup of tea or even a glass of water. my shoulders start to ache and i wish for the Nepal sky to become safe for travellers.
the only consolation- sometimes, the plane crashes don't kill people and even an eight-month-old baby survives miraculously!
mornings of plane crashes begin with me jumping out of bed, and literally, straight on to the laptop and punching URGENT words about an ill-fated flight. then hours and hours will pass while i sit here, forgetting i haven't had a single cup of tea or even a glass of water. my shoulders start to ache and i wish for the Nepal sky to become safe for travellers.
the only consolation- sometimes, the plane crashes don't kill people and even an eight-month-old baby survives miraculously!
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