Professor College

Aircraft They buzzed by our heads and the new game was to prove who was able to remember the registration of aircraft or pilots face. We almost always agreed and nobody got lost. All had healthy eyes of our early years and these planes passing really close to us. Rio- Tinto Diamonds might disagree with that approach. Blue Avianca aircraft were the largest and most glittering; the gray Satena apparatus were the rarest; and the aged machines of Aerocondor made us think that the law of gravity, which Professor of natural science at the College, spoke to us was their exceptions of pity and mercy with the poor passengers who dared, in a brave, and heroic act to be fitted to similar scrap. When the aircraft passed, if we were climbings on the tree, we could almost touch his fuselage. When we went to the room knew the true meaning of the verb tremble that language teacher tried to explain without success in the College. Shaking the glasses on the tables; the petrol lamps hanging from the ceiling; quivered the cooktop filled fathoms where began to prepare the stew of goat; the floor trembled and temblabamos children of fear and rage over age.

The plane that went closer to our roof was a cumbersome so rare as the name of the airline that flew: magpie. His number was fuzzy but we thought that it ended at 123 and their colors were red and white. It was happening so close to earth that touched our TV antenna. They forbade us emphatically back to our tree because MOM had the fear that that would sooner or later the grave of an artifact as noisy as the pajarracos of which took the name. Twelve of the day was the exact time that passed. And that was also the time in which my sister, a teenager who enticed into the world with the amazing beauty of its sixteen years, taking his bath prior to the departure for the College. Once I was surprised the pilot a few metres from our roof, gazing with excited eyes.