Monday, October 14, 2013
At the back of the plane, in the aisle. Some other people are out of their seats. I press an overhead button to report a small fault. Very worryingly the plane immediately commences a rapid descent. "He's going in for landing." I can see the airport buildings, looks like we're a bit off track. "We're going up again." He's going to take another run at it. I can see the buildings of Ballymun. "We're too low." It's not ascending, not enough power. He's banking sharply to the right. What do they do, they leave a message saying "I love you". No mobile phone. All I have left is a feeling of affection. Eyes closed, curl up. Affection. Warm. On my right side. Heart racing three beats to the second.