It’s 10:17 in San Francisco, where I left three hours ago, and 7:17 in Frankfurt, where I’ll be landing in less than eight hours. I have no idea what time it is in whatever part of Canada I’m flying over at the moment, but it looks cold down there. Obviously, not as cold as it looks in Greenland, which is not green at all, and a lot bigger than people think.
There’s not much else to report. The cabin is very quiet. Maybe, someone else in this miraculous aluminum tube is looking in wonder at the interactive map on the seatback in front of them, and marveling at the way H. Sapien has drawn his little borders and roughed out his little fiefdoms 39,000 feet below. Maybe they have also enjoyed a few glasses of better than average Cabernet, and are now trying to figure how long they should sleep?
Too little, and you’ll pass out during dinner at the beer garden. Too much, and you’ll be up all-night counting schaf.
What to do?
Funny how the world can seem so big and so small at the same time. Funnier still, how anyone can still believe it’s flat.
Anyway, Gute Nacht.
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