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That One Flight - Part VI - Welcome To Belgrade.
The plane continues with its descent over all the numerous snow-covered roads and building before flying over a wide, pale field.
Moments later a taxiway appears with an Air Serbia aircraft holding short of the runway. A couple of meters back, a Lufthansa plane is on its way towards the runway. Then the terminals come into view. Planes take over most of the aprons by the jetbridges, with some planes having service trucks by them, while others not.
We continue our descent, the airliner lowering towards the runway.
I see us hover only feet off the cleaned piste, right before...
Touchdown.
Immediately everything begins to shake as I hear the breaks being deployed. Moments pass, loud shushing sound echos throughout the whole cabin. A loud, defined roar, once again, dominates any other noise. The thrusts reversers.
Shortly afterwards, we taxi off the runway.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Belgrade, current local time is 2:50 PM..." The flight attendant begins, before welcoming us with both Serbian and German.
"Well..." I begin. "Here we are, in Belgrade.".
"Yeah..." James replies.
Silence ruled over us, only the soft voice from the flight attendant could be heard. I look out the window, admiring the snowy landscape. Moments later, a muffled roar could be heard from the Air Serbia aircraft as it raced past us.
"Hey, Ana..." James's voice begins, his soothing tone caught me by a surprise.
"Huh?" I turn to him.
"Welcome to Belgrade..." he says, through his authentic smirk.
"Well thank you very much. I wish you too a very warm welcome to Belgrade..." I say as he chuckles. Once again, silence descends upon us and very soon the realisation that I might never see James again sets in.
"What's with the frown?" James's soft and soothing tone pulls me out of my trance, I find myself staring somewhere into blank space.
I quickly shake my head out of my saddened thoughts. "It... it was nothing..." I say. Though I can clearly see him not convinced by my words. Seconds pass before I see him shaking his head.
"No..." he begins. "There has to be a reason for that frown on your lips..." he adds.
I give in with a gentle sigh before a gentle chuckle could be heard from me.
"Looks like I can't hide anything from you, eh?" I say, looking up at him.
"You certainly got that right..." he replies, giving me a wink. Seconds later, I divert my eyes elsewhere.
"It's just that..." I begin, trying to swallow down the forming lump in my throat. "I am going to be honest and say this flight, this one right now, has been the best flight I have ever been on to this day.".
He chuckles at me.
"And if I may ask, why is that so?" He asks seconds later.
I find my eyes beginning to tear up, what is happening to me!?
I bite my lip...
Moments later a taxiway appears with an Air Serbia aircraft holding short of the runway. A couple of meters back, a Lufthansa plane is on its way towards the runway. Then the terminals come into view. Planes take over most of the aprons by the jetbridges, with some planes having service trucks by them, while others not.
We continue our descent, the airliner lowering towards the runway.
I see us hover only feet off the cleaned piste, right before...
Touchdown.
Immediately everything begins to shake as I hear the breaks being deployed. Moments pass, loud shushing sound echos throughout the whole cabin. A loud, defined roar, once again, dominates any other noise. The thrusts reversers.
Shortly afterwards, we taxi off the runway.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Belgrade, current local time is 2:50 PM..." The flight attendant begins, before welcoming us with both Serbian and German.
"Well..." I begin. "Here we are, in Belgrade.".
"Yeah..." James replies.
Silence ruled over us, only the soft voice from the flight attendant could be heard. I look out the window, admiring the snowy landscape. Moments later, a muffled roar could be heard from the Air Serbia aircraft as it raced past us.
"Hey, Ana..." James's voice begins, his soothing tone caught me by a surprise.
"Huh?" I turn to him.
"Welcome to Belgrade..." he says, through his authentic smirk.
"Well thank you very much. I wish you too a very warm welcome to Belgrade..." I say as he chuckles. Once again, silence descends upon us and very soon the realisation that I might never see James again sets in.
"What's with the frown?" James's soft and soothing tone pulls me out of my trance, I find myself staring somewhere into blank space.
I quickly shake my head out of my saddened thoughts. "It... it was nothing..." I say. Though I can clearly see him not convinced by my words. Seconds pass before I see him shaking his head.
"No..." he begins. "There has to be a reason for that frown on your lips..." he adds.
I give in with a gentle sigh before a gentle chuckle could be heard from me.
"Looks like I can't hide anything from you, eh?" I say, looking up at him.
"You certainly got that right..." he replies, giving me a wink. Seconds later, I divert my eyes elsewhere.
"It's just that..." I begin, trying to swallow down the forming lump in my throat. "I am going to be honest and say this flight, this one right now, has been the best flight I have ever been on to this day.".
He chuckles at me.
"And if I may ask, why is that so?" He asks seconds later.
I find my eyes beginning to tear up, what is happening to me!?
I bite my lip...
