Flying, a marvelous capability...
Whenever I'm out in the open air, I can't help but look up at the birds flying through the sky. It's awesome. Their wingbeats, the way they use the feathers at the back edge of their wings as flaps, the way they draw their legs up tight against their bodies to reduce friction, the way they control their speed when they come in for a landing. I watch them with awe. It's a marvelous thing, the ability to fly.
My mother was ill. Her condition had worsened and she was in a coma. My doctor friends at Cerrahpasa Hospital had told me there was nothing to be done, and I had decided then and there to take her back home. That's how I made my first acquaintance with the airplane. We made the last five seats at the back of an RJ into a bed. During the flight she opened her eyes for the last time and we looked at each other. She did not open them again.