The Terminal
Late Sunday afternoon and I am already at Arlanda Airport though my flight to Copenhagen is scheduled to leave first at 8 p.m. I am sitting in front of a large window in the new F-pier with aircrafts taxiing outside. People walking hectically behind me, I hear someone assuring "I will call you as soon as I land in Switzerland".
My life has recently been filled with international travel. I have been to Asia, to the US and all over Europe. As I for almost two years commuted between Sweden and Austria I started to feel, in a sense, more at home in the international aerospace limbo than in either countries.
An MD-80 is being parked at the gate as a Lufthansa Airbus starts its climb towards the horizon and Frankfurt.
This endless stream makes up the embryo of what one day can be become a truly planetary civilization. However, these are transitional times. Presenting my paper in Karlstad made me once again aware of how immense the challenges are and how unsustainable everything I see outside my window in fact is.
My life has recently been filled with international travel. I have been to Asia, to the US and all over Europe. As I for almost two years commuted between Sweden and Austria I started to feel, in a sense, more at home in the international aerospace limbo than in either countries.
An MD-80 is being parked at the gate as a Lufthansa Airbus starts its climb towards the horizon and Frankfurt.
This endless stream makes up the embryo of what one day can be become a truly planetary civilization. However, these are transitional times. Presenting my paper in Karlstad made me once again aware of how immense the challenges are and how unsustainable everything I see outside my window in fact is.
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posted by Rasmus Karlsson at 16:31
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