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That this day would become something special for me, was something I would never have guessed. The day began - as you'll read here – according to Murphy's law ("Everything that can go wrong, will go wrong"). It greeted me with a chain of unpleasant events. I got up as usual, brushed my teeth, took a shower, had a wet shave where I promptly cut myself. Although, my blood clots normally, it took quite a while for the bleeding to stop. I then got dressed and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I filled my mug with hot coffee and just as I was bringing it to my mouth, the handle broke, the cup fell, smashed on the floor and covered my trousers in hot coffee. I changed my trousers and decided to continue my breakfast. This time, I consciously paid complete attention to my breakfast ceremony and there were no more incidents.

I briefly switched on the television to watch the news. The events surrounding the person convicted of rape had now been overshadowed by the continuing coverage of the German Airbus crash in the French Alps. The data had been recovered from the smashed voice recorder and analysed. The story went that it was presumed that the crash had been deliberately caused by the seemingly suicidal co-pilot. The flight captain, had gone to the toilet, and then tried for several minutes to get the co-pilot to open the cockpit door, without any chance of success.

This event had now completely distracted me from my own clumsiness. Imagining that you were the flight attendant or the captain yourself, for example, being perfectly aware of both the circumstances and the consequences of the co-pilot’s action, can cause a shiver down your spine. The flight captain could comprehend the helplessness of his passengers, a feeling of "being at mercy", a feeling of powerlessness. What drama must have taken place in front of that cockpit door until the plane crashed? What fears of death did the captain, flight attendants and passengers experience?

Flight attendants are trained to behave professionally in such dangerous situations; to hide their own fears, in order not to further unsettle their passengers. Nevertheless, flight attendants are intelligent people who are fully aware of the hazardous situation and merely suppress and better control their own growing emotions. Even people who believe in life after death, or who have perhaps seen or experienced evidence/indications of life after death, are not free of fear. Their own ego, as part of their body, nearly always wants to live on. My thoughts were also with the perpetrator, the co-pilot. What motivated this man to take his own life, in a way in which he arbitrarily decided to plunge 149 other people to their deaths with him?

The next thought that came to my mind was: Can one really, unconditionally believe everything that the mainstream media tells us, is "true?" Perhaps this report is just as "true" as the coverage of an alleged pilot failure on Inter-Air Flight 148, which occurred on January 20, 1992 in Strasbourg. It was claimed that both experienced pilots were completely overtaxed and did not fully master the relatively new Airbus A320 aircraft type in this situation. Shortly before landing, the plane collided with a mountain and 87 passengers lost their lives. A disastrous rescue mission cost even more lives. To this day, it is still unclear why the plane crashed and why the rescue mission had been so extremely amateurish.

The black box, is allegedly capable of surviving enormous heat and pressure, yet - according to official reports – it was completely destroyed by the heat and could therefore not be analysed.

A little dickybird told me, that it could have happened very differently: Every airplane has a sensor that indicates the height above ground level. This sensor gave false values to the pilots, which meant that they assumed they were at a higher altitude than they were in reality. When the pilots noticed this error, due to better visibility, they gave full thrust and used the joystick to pull the aircraft up to a higher altitude. Unfortunately, the software was designed to avoid aircraft stress or a possible stall and prevented this climb. The software that was supposed to support the pilots, overruled the experienced pilots and that sealed their fate. If the black box had been evaluated and the results officially announced, the then relatively new Airbus shares would have dropped in free fall.

Why did they risk that possible survivors would freeze to death? There was a risk that if one of the pilots had survived, he could have explained what happened? Are the interests of a large company, and in this case, even of a state, more important to media coverage than telling people the truth? Can it be completely ruled out that the mainstream media had not sold their souls to lobbyists, just like in Goethe's Faust?

I decided to turn off the television and let the impressions have an effect on me during a walk. I opened the front door to leave my apartment, while completely lost in thought, and just before the door finally fell to, I just managed to put my foot in the door to prevent it from shutting me out. Not only was my front door key not in my pocket, but it was still in the lock on the inside of the apartment. It would have been expensive to re-enter my own apartment, with the help of a locksmith. The shock was still with me for some time, even after I had already left my apartment – carefully this time. My way led me past the letterboxes, which in this building were located in a block on the ground floor. I emptied my letterbox in order to quickly find out if an important letter had arrived. The long-awaited, important letter was to be found amongst some other letters. Full of expectation and hope, I opened it and read the first lines: "We read your letter with interest, but we have to tell you that with regret......".