Maybe it’s because I am actually sitting on a plane. Maybe it’s because the co-pilot turned out to be from a small German town I know well.
I had followed the story of the Germanwings plane crash, but suddenly here I am, hunkered down in my seat, watching CNN on my monitor, awash with emotion.
A sturdy fellow ambles down the aisle, just as the boarding door is pulled shut, squeezes himself into the middle seat between me and the young woman in the window seat.
Phew, he says. It’s been a long day. I just want to sleep.
Would you like my window seat? the woman asks.
The fellow is startled, delighted, accepts the offer. Seats are switched.
Yes, I think to myself, that’s what I will remember from today. This is what matters.