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Flying from Bangkok to Doha

are the ten fifty p.m. duemilaundici of February 9 (local time in Bangkok)

I find myself novemilasettecentoquarantasette feet off the ground and I'm flying over the 'india, temperature out of the window is less thirty-five degrees, but here you are right, I just finished eating and luckily I managed to make me a vegetarian meal prepared from the ground, packaged, single serving Indian style, but vegetarian I drank two cans of Haineken and I saw a film, 127 hours, the true story of an American mountaineer who was trapped in a climb into a canyon for just one hundred twenty-seven hours, then save amputating an arm, all pretty raw and heartbreaking .

One thing that struck me in the film, in which I found a similarity, in a scene from a girl he rejected as different, says he will remain alone, he builds a mental journey to account for the theory of girlfriend and resigned to its end, I experienced the same feelings, because I think I have said it more than one, if I remember correctly but I have always said to me, you'll only you and your dogs, which to me is a compliment.

However he is saved, why not spring, as I will not give up, Never, gets engaged to a girl he met, which is a child, which he had never imagined and lives a happy life, without arm continues to climb, without giving up even a shred of his passion.

I felt that the song seems accurate vasco for my previous address and current state and I lost a little in the speech ...

The entertainment system of the company I'm flying with is very sophisticated, I saw the movie, checked the flight data, flying over you updated on what you're giving information and making you see pictures, as usual, pushed to the maximum of my curiosity, I also stuck the credit card and sent a text message to a friend on the ground, now I have started a play list of music that I quickly created, nothing is missing, the place where I sit, there is also the USB port to charge iPod or similar, and the jack for connecting the current handset.

Although it seemed an awkward position, I'm took pleasure in writing, cross-legged on the seat, a position similar to that of the lotus, and back down pillow behind his neck, soft lighting and music, great atmosphere to the place where I am, or am I right ... I do not know.

I would like to retrace some of the moments of the day today, I went through a bitter debate, the audience in a different place because it remains available separately.

flight home ...

publishing the post from Doha.