My Santiago

Time Travellers

Altitude 9,603 metres. Speed 864 km per hour.

We glide above strata cumulus, in another world of -56 degree centigrade – cold!

We pass, ghost – like, noiseless over exotic lands, ancient, Tehran, Mumbai, Kabul, Volgograd.

Some strife – torn, Winking their lights but oblivious to our presence; caught in their rounds of existence. Cocooned in our new world, We eat – almost greedily; Endless dinners, suppers, snacks. Out of plastic and out of kilter with the world.

With day merging into night, One day into the next, We travel back in time.