There is a special feeling you get when you look at the map 7 hours into your flight to London and you are still over Turkey.
There is a special feeling you get when you look at the map 7 hours into your flight to London and you are still over Turkey.
That feeling is “maybe I am supposed to live and work in Turkey. Just land the plane and let me get on with my new life”
That special feeling of “please don’t anyone shoot me down “?
I was thinking that feeling like loss of gravity. Looks like you are about to leave the atmosphere