FLYING HIGH

I love airplanes, fighter, airliners, airplanes and everything that flies. But in particular the fighters. My dream was to be a fighter pilot, even if I have always been contto la gueera. How strange yes, but as a child I would wake up in the night hearing bombs explode, and I saw American soldiers in my room, and maybe in a previous life I was a pilot. However, for me, take-off and landing are like ecstasy and it is the height of pleasure to be up there. Unfortunately, I couldn’t make my dream come true. I also really like the flight equipment, the pilot suits, the cockpit, the air disasters, the films dealing with air disasters.

Sometimes the fighters from Aviano arrive here above my house and it is very exciting to see them flying low. For me it’s like I’m up there with them.