"Flight AS 311 to Seattle / Tacoma Internationally Airport, Please check in, gate 21" the metal voice from the loudspeaker let me wince. So well, now it goes off. I checked in and had a very nice window place in the middle de airman. We took off and the view was breathtaking. Leave and go for a walk, Bette …

It is dreamlike thus over the clouds, everything emits so much rest, so much peace. Exactly that what is good for us now? Up here appears the sun, it is wonderful. The scenery among us is white, soft, and hilly with small and big cloud heaps. Occasionally the dark places look like small lakes in the scenery. About us the sky is light blue beaming and a clearly white line is to be recognized by the "horizon". I have fetched you from Seattle, simply sacked and have taken. I have admitted no objections, each of your arguments smash to you have surrendered and came with me. Now we stand before this wonderful scenery and simply start to run on it, without purpose, without direction, completely after feeling. Our steps are gentle we take off the shoes, run barefoot over the clouds. Every step is soft, we run like on feathers, a kind of state of uncertainty which allows breathing deeply to us. The air is clear, pure and pleasantly warm. We deeply inhale and feel the freedom in our lungs. We briefly have a look, an almost brief look and your eyes ask me: ‘You feel this?’ and my look becomes soft, dear-full and says: ‘Yes.’ Up here, Bette, there is nobody Why? Why? Why?, it is level as it is and it is level in such a way… Do you understand? Of course you also understand a stupid question right, this. We discover there completely behind a hill, greater than the other, brighter and the point a little snow seems white … on top on it. Our steps bring directly to him. We are quiet, listen in to the rest, close now and then the eyes and breathe the smell of the carelessness. After a while we do a break, drop us simply in the clouds, they give way carefully, cuddle up to our bodies. We look upwards in the sky and our thoughts get wing, take our worries with themselves, our problems, our fears and the restlessness. And the freedom creeps from our lungs in our body, he will feel featherweight and us him the first spot properly. We have arms, legs, fingers, toes, and we breathe, feel like our lungs fill, we hear our heart hitting, quietly, steadily and we feel so much peacefulness, so much love, and so much closeness, so much you in ourselves. Then we close the eyes, our face relaxes and we feel, as well as the last doubt of our forehead about our temples to the back of the head flows where he simply drops by the clouds from us.