Everyone has heard about the Air France flight that went missing over Atlantic. I have been following this news, looking at pictures of relatives waiting at the airport for the news about their loved ones. "Loved ones", that is how it is always written. May be they are not looking for their loved ones, but just for people they are responsible for and are actually annoyed at the additional responsibility of filling the forms and showing up at the airport.
For some this event might make them feel a little important; being a part of an international news. Being one of the 228 (or less) families that are directly affected by this. This would be a story they would tell for years. There would be some small details that would get magnified in their memories and would keep getting added to the story. He almost missed his flight. She told me that she was feeling uneasybefore this flight for some reason. He always joked about plane crashes and told me how it was statistically safer than road travel.
Then there are those for whom their world disappeared along with that plane. And no amount of logical explanation will convince them that no one is coming back.
(a part of me wishes I was on that plane - lost never to be found)
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